"The Obloquy"

Credited to the constitution
Is the freedom of prostitution,
That the yearnings of the masses
Are tagged a carcass in the state of ashes.

In retrospect lies the embodiment of shame,
Making reality a game for infants to become lame;
Synonymous to a roller coaster
Is the tenets of corruption in a legislative roaster.

Is this democratic?
As political leaders are renowned dealers and autocratic,
Possessed with lust for power
And stealthily slaughtering hope in every hour.

With each dawn
Comes a muddling wind
Polluting our munificent minds
To embrace debacle in debilitation.

For too long,
We bluff by singing a contrite song;
Forgetting our wounded etiolated bones
In the quest to cease our conscience contentions.

All is bewildered,
Knowing not who possess the onus of emancipation;
Far from the milieu of regeneration,
Segregation continues to deter rehabilitation.

When,how
Will liberation surface
To annihilate these political two-faced tyrants,
Who aspire to multiply the sorrows of the downtrodden?

I stand anonymous
For the earth has been polluted;
When the head is rotten,
The parts are conserved for direct destruction.

Who will salvage all?
Some questions are best left unanswered,
Till the revolution in evolution is born.