The Chance

A chance I got, A chance I lost, 

lost in the fog, of cheats and bigots.

Blindfolded women; and blindfolded men, 

follow the paths, of the dead and the blind. 

A Chance is here, a chance is now,

get up and say, or sway about.

Questions of truth, die in the lying noise. 

Virulity, drains the life, out of the pious. 

The chance is going, the change will go, 

the chance just strides, away in forlorn. 

Lies and cheats, rule the market of doom.

The truthful, the right, scrub their 

filth off the floors.

Give the man a mask, He will tell you the truth.

For the faces you see, spread only lies path, 

leaving off of their draining youth.

Obsequious and untrue, is every beautiful visage, 

meretricious is every object d’ art. 

Gone are the days of pulchritude and light,

darkness prevails, and darkness shines. 

Tremulous winds, tempestuous tides,

sing the same tune, sheathed in the specious vibe. 

Hunger spreads, and hunger prevails,

hope is the mere animal, of a free will.

But he too, is not left in the ride, 

gruesomely butchered to feed the ludicrous lying. 

The chance has sunned us, for the good,

for the chance was nothing, 

But the truth.