Lawrence S. Pertillar - Rooted

Ignore me,
If you must.
But twig bearing leaves,
On the branches of the same tree...
Are we.
Perspectively speaking.
And feeding from the same trunk,
Rooted.

You may not expect,
The affects felt...
Are still ours to feel.
Be you filled with animosity.
Or a hostility you choose not to heal!

And the Sun that shines,
To absorb the rain that falls...
Continues to nourish.
Whether you decide to encourage it,
Or not!
Every single dropp of blood that spills...
Does not do so,
At the expense of your vanity!

You are still destined,
To replenish the Earth.
Separated to wallow away in mud,
Or dirt!
You are still destined,
To replenish the Earth.
Even those who believe they are chosen!

Lawrence S. Pertillar

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