The truth, so bitter,
Provokes nausea, churns
In your gut, a scenario
That could have been bypassed.

Vitality, entirely squandered,
Did you presume
I’d remain in the dark?

Those who place their trust,
Find their belief
Shattered by those
Unfit for faith.

Falsehoods and manipulations
Of reality have morphed
Into the contemporary
Sermons, cloaking the
Genuine truth.

Furious, you seek
The culprits, and
They smirk back
Right into your eyes.

They provoke you
To oppose.

Ah, they believe
They’re more cunning than you.

Concealing behind feigned
Outrage, they mask their
True sentiment: terror.

Their apparent indignation
Serves to measure you,
Merely diversions,

A scheme to shield you
From the stark truth that
They are the
Offenders.

The architects of
Agony and distress.

A man finds himself unable
To provide for his kin
Due to these inept figures
In authority.

They have not just
Expended resources and time,
They have ravaged
Your very spirit.

For them, it’s
The ebb and flow
That erases all
Traces in the
Grains.

Simple to be
Significant when you’re
The author of this
Tragic drama.