Disillusioned

It's scripted,
It's littered around,
imaginative ideas.... 
Wonders of being hypnotized... 
Versions of tell tales, 
unison of stories smeared 
round the walls.  

Occupants of history 
wielding orchestrated 
version boignant to cast 
the spell again. 

Intermittently there 
be flashes, threatening 
abysmal landslide never 
assuring a life of survival,  

change has Been 
acquitted for a failed 
trial of justice, 
pleading guiltless 
yet the air is borne of fumes 
sorrowful to man. 

Wearily, the wait 
has forgotten it's 
reasons for starvation 
bites the intestines 
to numbness. 

Hell it felt,
Salvation denied, 
Hope elusive, 
Gripped with fear and 
denied of taste, succor 
succumbed to the 
long walk through iron bars.