Impulsive

Children can and often are forgiven,
For the making of impulsive decisions.
Made based upon appearances.
Learning early to assume.
As well as judge.
And taught this to pass.
Done from one to another.
On what is seen to quickly compare,
To observe and witness,
Kept in their minds cemented.
As if connecting to reality.
With a doing of a 'normalcy',,
Accepted yet seldom rejected.

Children grow and apply what they known.
Taught to teach.
Across all fields of professions restricted.
To looks, labels and appearances compared.
And underneath,
These fast to profile surfaces...
Nothing else goes deep enough to share.
Or care about the differences,
Of immune systems.
Although the same routines are used to treat,
The similarities of symptoms.
Removed away and having nothing to do,
With a listening to understanding...
The contents felt within one's mind,
Gone to ignore...
To find something more suitable,
From what has been taught to teach...
For too long to believe,
In the wrong way to do things.
But a degree to have earned,
In fields of professions restricted to limits...
Kept safe are the ones with minds who feel,
A normalcy accepted is a life lived better...
Than adventuring to explore the unknown.

Like...
Well,
Like pioneers...
Adventuring to explore the unknown.
Unaware or caring less,
About the looks of things.
Or impressions made.
Labels placed or their maverick ways.
Today to have brought benefits,
Into the lives of many passing judgement.
Jumping to conclusions.
And making impulsive decisions.
Based upon fiction to delude truth and reality.
With a doing to believe,
Themselves descendants of royalty.

Oh...
Such an ugly web.
Allowed woven to weave,
A quilt deceived by impulsive liars.
Collecting wool sheared,
Off the backs of sheep.
For money to pocket exclusively.
Cheering the impulsive slaughter,
Of their own doing to pleasure and please...
The very ones with false tongues.