We cover up, let up, make up and shut up,
We lie, cheat, claim, and demand from others,
It’s my way or the high way, it’s a swipe to the right,
It’s a fake tits, fake nails, fake tan, photoshoped selfies,
It’s declaring our true inner being, and proclaiming our narsasistic self love.
It’s political lies, demands and grossly manipulated truths –
until the “truth” Is subjective, objective and imperceptive.
It’s a declaration of dependence on a drug induced culture
High on normalcy, balance, and sameness, giving way
To battle cries of “rights” “opinions” “voice” and do as we so chose.
It’s the bitching and moaning when someone’s choice
impinges, infringes and calls out our self indoctrinated
truths backed by momentary whims and flights of fancy.
It’s the tail between the leg and the shoulder shrugged
“oops, I did it again” with the expectation – no wait, a the demand
of tolerance and understanding.
It’s the lack of backbone, no foundation, void of a standard
on which to ground our children, our morals, our future.
Heaven forbid we draw a line in the sand and say “NO, this is wrong!”
Our moral compass and the base of human rights has become
Tolerant, and entitled.
We have played a moral jenga as society teeters this way and that
As our vertebral backbone bends
And sways to the blinded masses.
Fall we will. Fall we must.
For without Fall there is no Spring.
Winter is Coming.