Twisted, is a reflex

when lost inside

a maze of righteous

liberty, falling off the ledge.

We would like to

believe in justice

being defined within

a natural selection.

Yet waking in the morning

will be a mystery,

unsure what might

Unravel before our shadows.

Those dark and sinister

lies must now prevail.

A sinister outcome of a

a life so battered.

We’ll plead openly

for a solemn truth.

A collapsing oligarchy.