Progress

Like a Giant bubble vastly overgrown,
Our ideals become the only known.
And everything we valued that once was hallowed,
Is now remoreselessly overthrown.

No sense intrudes on this result,
Most take part in this assault,
And there are few who have another view,
Drowned out by the ceaseless Faults.

Reality flees again,
Struck down by mindless Pens,
While artful voices of heartless choices
Cover up the sins.

Ah such dishonesty writes another page
of History's charades
Stripped of what it gives itself and hides
And now lies exposed on stage with age.

No wonder the world is the way its been,
With everyone objecting to some sin,
Unhesitatingly add what they can to the total bad
While claiming immunity for acts of kin.

The standard of the reference pin
Grows remarkably blind depending on what state its in,
And Morality is no concern of ours in turn
And the acts we formerly mourned are now our prime return.

How easily we forget our fight
How quickly we forget what's right
And memory can't recall nor worry at all
About all those things that now are trite.

Yet the sounds still linger on,
The forms we use still excite alarm,
But the meaning isn't there and noone seems to care
As long as the show is still put on.

And nothing matters anymore.
Just sleek words used like they were law.
And a real note played would cause endless dismays
To Believers who already know the score.