You Must Pay The Consequences Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

You Must Pay The Consequences



They want their flowers to bloom,
On fields where they plant and pamper weeds.
They do not want their children to play with guns,
But teach them to hit targets.
And when the trigger to squeeze.

They love their contact sports,
And pay professional players to win at all cost.
But yet they expect those accustomed to violence,
To be meek as if priests...
As if they can divorce themselves,
From a teaching of violence and expressing accepted rage.
Especially when the cameras are there and left turned on,
While those deluded by a political correctness...
Attempt to explain their hypocritical ways.
And with this done to dress to impress.

They want their flowers to bloom,
On fields where they plant and pamper weeds.
They do not want their children to play with guns,
But teach them to hit targets.
And when the trigger to squeeze.

They want their little boys and girls,
To reflect values and standards to always be in view.
Not the reality of conflict and/or domestic abuse.
To then use them to berate as not being ideal citizens.
When in fact...
Their doings represent and reflect the expectations,
Of a society deluded and detached...
From that which is lived to observe but quick to excuse.

'We both spit in each other's faces.
I then knocked her out.
But...
That's how we express 'our' love.
Didn't we get married to prove it? '

~Yeah...
But that kind of violence sets the wrong example.
It sends the wrong message to the children.
We must protect their innocence.
What little left of it there is.
Playing violent sports and shooting one another,
Is more acceptable. More...'everydayish'. You feel me?
Now...
IF you folks had announced what you were going to do,
Had been for purposes to entertain for a 'reality show'...
None of this would have been headline news.

I've seen women rolling on the floor in gowns.
Wearing makeup. Cameras on them nonstop.
Pulling off weaves and throwing punches.
This makes for good TV.
But you guys did it for yourselves. Making no sense.
Whatsoever!
That's selfish and you must pay the consequences.
If you're going to be THAT ignorant at least get paid!
You know what I'm sayin'?
Never let effort like that go to waste.
That lesson 'somehow' the both of you have missed.~

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