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  LAWRENCE S. PERTILLAR (February/'47)
 
 
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  7225.     

If The Playing Field Was Leveled

If the playing field was leveled,
And those with skills were playing the game...
There would be fewer less disappointed people,
Observed wasting their time, resources and patience.
And bored out of their minds.
While the ones with no apparent talent,
Continue to strike out at everyone's expense.
But...
Are cheered on to convince they too,
Can eventually become great...
If given the opportunity to hit just ONE ball,
Without a fouling to strike out...
Each time they get to hold the bat.
 
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  7226.     

If The Surface For Them Did Not Exist

If the surface didn't exist,
Many wouldn't have a thought to cling to.
Many wouldn't know,
Which gossip heard was true.
If the surface for them did not exist.

If the surface didn't exist,
The many dependent on having lives not their own...
Would be lost without being told what to do.
Many absolutely would not have a clue...
How to find their way around,
Without following in someone's footsteps.
If the surface they sniffed did not exist.

And if the surface for them did not exist...
They would not be able to sit alone,
Doing something completely on their own...
And appreciating life,
With the minding of their own business.
If...
The surface for many did not exist,
It would be taumatic for them to seek a thought process.
Many would not know where or how to begin.

So many are accustomed to living lives that are shallow.
With an ability only to identify with that...
Which is supplied and arrives to them surfacely.
Even a dog sniffing tries to find a place to bury a bone.
And doing that alone.
 
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  7227.     

If The Truth Be There...Tell It

The strength of America,
Was built on the backbone
Of those of color.
Those who paved the railroads...
Chinese, Mexicans, Indians and Blacks.
And slaved in the fields.
The Irish know that these are facts.
Indentured slaves...
Many of them were.
While the 'others' found ease in comfort!
And doing what they feel.
While they imported relatives...
To begin nepotism deals.
Some with no English spoken at all.
And their ancestors made sure,
They were not the ones to sweat.
While ignorance at a time ran rampant...
To create today's regrets!
And that is the history,
Often not told...
To those who have chosen racism,
As the way to go!
To claim what is and not theirs to share!
If the truth be there...
Tell it!
And not sell deceit,
That defeats...
Lost souls!
 
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  7228.     

If Their Knees Stayed Glued

The ones coming to face,
Insurmountable dilemmas...
Replacing misdeeds they seeded to place,
On paths of others...
They chose to debase and humiliate,
In secret and deceiving ways.
To believe they could do,
And walk away unscathed.
Free to live their lives fantasized!
Will come one day to realize...
Lieing on others and from them trying to hide,
Is not wise when truth does not end its pursuit...
To return to them with a vengeance done,
They could not defend themselves from it...
If their knees stayed glued to church pews.
And not with a heartfelt sincerity.
But...
With hopes to prevent,
Negativity of their invested interests intended...
From a stopping of dumping on them to deposit,
All the trash and garbage they meant to send.
Done to do right back on them!
Even with their best portrayal of kept denials.

'WHY?
Why is all of this happening,
To me? '

~Who knows?
Maybe God has you mistaken for someone else.
Have you bothered to ask Him? ~

'I have.
When I can find the time like today I have found.
Some Sundays I do go to church and pray.
After I buy something new to wear.'

~Then perhaps your asking,
Masquerades a fear of removing your pretense.
I've heard it said,
God is All-Knowing and Omni-present.
Maybe you should try being more...
Convincing.~

'Maybe you should 'try',
The minding of your own business.
My relationship with God is 'unique'.
You don't know me.'
 
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