Elucidating Questions

It’s the same every day and off with it. Does it really need to happen every single day like the same the same the same?

And, naturally, it goes quiet once it’s too late.

The queen of love sits above looking down. The lawful, the just, watches as it breaks.

The whisper from the horizon, hidden away in the field so no one can see or hear the despair, the desperation, the need, the want.

Fingers pointed in ten directions, ten truths that cannot be denied, ten truths proven and their families of hundreds of watchers.

Surely someone has noticed that the toy is broken, that nothing fixes it, that the remedy is not at fault, but the remedy no longer works.

Fooled into thinking there was no such thing as a caste system, that anyone had the freedom to speak to anyone.

This casm that was not even noticed until it was too late and something which to this day still makes me sick,

A strange and deep disparity, and I believe those on the bottom have been fooled into thinking equality ever applied

To the nothings below, the elite have fooled us. The puppeteers pull the strings, and we aren’t the players, we are always the audience.

We are inconsequential.