Allowed to spread,
By an ineptness unattended.
Has created an environment…
Soliciting and sustaining one’s current pain.
Without constant self examination!
And a crisis now admitted…
Has maintained its decay.
For a way of life…
Suffering from a lack of constraints.
Supported by immoral vices.
Profiting from hypocrisy.
Who to hold to blame,
For such shame endured?
One not need to ask.
If one stops to view reflections…
In a mirror one does not choose pass!
Or face insecurities,
Staring back without direct eye contact.
There…
Without question.
Will one see the culprit.
And others of similar impressions.
Glued to greed and deceit.
Blood suckers leeching.
Deluded.
With no acceptance of the clarity!
Or images of truth.
One excuses once seen!
But refuses to believe…
They bleed from self inflictions.
‘Come on!
What are you looking at…
So intently! ‘