In a place in which reality has been nonexisting…
Who’s vision will produce a concrete foundation?
What will it be based upon?
Every institution now has cracks,
Providing versions of inactivity to combat
What currently attacks.
How can anyone defend beliefs,
Seeping from the last of merit.
And pretentions kept have ceased paying any bill.
We live in days when having bad credit…
Is better to accept than having no credit at all!
Those who have played ball at their best,
All their lives AND patriotic…
Have become rejected and placed under investigation!
They have become suspects.
Standing out to bloom…
In a sea of choking weeds.
To become smoked away,
From positions once held in high esteem.
Can a mess long unaddressed be corrected?
How creative will the undertaking of that task become?
No one seems to know.
Too many are far too slow in awakening.
And those with virtue…
Have begun to sever themselves from the waste!