Truth is relegated to oblivion
Whereas, grandiloquent lies, win

The world seeks help
From the conniving
Looks with a slant
Thoughts are askew
Waiting for help
Wrongs to do the right
Not possible
Yet, we choose
Misused often
The right to choose
Veiled desperation
Hands do surrender
Not to hold one’s hand
Breaks the human bond
Strikes on the weakened
With force
Shatters the will
And shakes the core
The soul screams
Much anarchy around
Vicious game plan
Everyone succumbs
To a thundering defeat