Casualties of Avarice

Fragments of contempt  
Undulating as reverence  
Defining our lives  
O’ recreant parlour  
Where the echelon secures their tenure  
Lining their pockets  
Succinct rapacity  
Seething is the blood of innocence  
stomping unto war  
Laughing are the ancients  
Leading our young to the slaughter  
The callow  
fixate  
on the falsehoods  
spewed by the liars  
The misguided align  
Consuming the lines  
Absorbing their crimes  
And when the dust settles  
We are left  
with nothing but  
casualties  
of  
avarice  
 
Resilience;  
a victors medallion  
Splayed abreast  
Contesting  
the naivety  
of  
virgin splendour  
Merit worn on weathered faces  
challenging the pride of the structure  
Commitment  
chiselled upon their hands  
The warriors of truth  
 
And when the masses unite  
The hierarchy slivers  
scurrying to redeem  
their clutch  
But the wise are unforgiving  
And the wistful wept tears of impatience  
while they watched  
the formidable tower  
crumble  
into  
history