Mess of disgrace

Life claims to remain the same
insane, untrue
Who knew the subtle clues
left behind for us to find
combined
with the lies that are already tried,
we would still survive?

Through the mess of disgrace
laid at our feet we,
of course
want to weep keeping a seat
on the throne of our despair will open
our eyes to
trivialized appearances
minimalized perseverance of
moral kindness taken for granted
oral blindness leaving us frantic

Panic rising
within lost souls
satanic sizing up of
crossed roads
suppose, we give in
to evil temptations left for us
once again,
to find?
We cannot claim blindness
this time
We will lose our moral indignations
and in doing so lose all
hope for our kids imaginations