What Began As Folly

Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

Even truth can not end their dementia.
Intoxicated needs to have a fix to ease pain,
Something begins crumbling from deep
With them
And a chase of booze and pills...
Numb their chills from ills they get!
As the news they see on TV sets,
Upsets a cracking understanding.

Breaking down fences they now share...
With neighbors who come,
Aware
A mental disease has infected everyone.

Crazed 'were' the ones
They lifted upon their shoulders.
Praising their opinions...
Of what they saw ahead!

Feeling the power to reinterpret instead,
With visions that were tainted
From lofty positions they painted 'red'.
To gather those below them to build fear
In their heads!
And they giggled with glee.
Thinking how easy their plans would be.

This will have to be tremendous...
To introduce and implement!
We have to create an enemy everyone resents!
We have to do something center stage and effective.
Something that will captivate
An audience
Easily decepted!

And then they came down to Earth...
With the fear of lost strength and glory!
Gory scenes of screams and shouts.
People caught on camera running crazed about!
Misery and grief became colored with alerts...
Investigations probe and find,
Minds crushed were done by those of 'dirt'!

And visions that had no chance to come true!
Were shared in the eyes of only a few.

Even truth can not end their dementia.
Intoxicated needs to have a fix to ease pain,
Something begins crumbling from deep
Within them burning!

And a chase of booze and pills,
Numb their chills from ills they get!
The news they see on TV sets,
Upsets a cracking understanding.
And what began as folly...
Stirs the World in much regret!

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