This Season! The Next! And Beyond Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

The dawning has risen,
From a celebrated darkness.
With a doing to make clear.
The falling of truth abusers.
Severed from false to fraud,
Hollow presentations.

Those under knees.
Oppressed.
Out of breath to breathe.
Are beginning to feel a freedom.
Evil misdeed doers,
No longer can deceive...
What returns to them to leave.
Dramatically!

There is no forgiveness.
No remedy or cure.
That replaces a suffering,
Endured for centuries.
Mocked to block,
Such remaining pain.
Or have it believed,
Unseen tears...
Have stopped to flow.
Although inside residing unable,
To let go of these memories.
Only those who feel them,
Know the reality.

There is a falling of truth abusers.
Apparent and clearly done to observe.
Deserving to receive.
And to leave,
This season.
The next.
And the ones beyond with no exceptions.
Left to delude pretensions kept.
Or perceive with ease,
A disguising of them can be fictioned!
Attempting to crawl away,
From a righteousness to fake!