Can rash reality reboot reconciliation?
Can we casually capitulate with no causation?
It seems soul sisters have scribbled our sin
Jotting jaded judgments with policy and pen.
While irritating influencers idealize affairs
Offering ominous oppression as omnipotent heirs.
Declaring dismissal in a dismissive delight
Filling fuel for fire in a pretentious plight.
That sarcastic sour scoffing little lad
In his mind magnificent, but in reality sad.
Concealing callousness behind a venomous veil
Wielding wayward warnings as religion fails.