Awkward Angle of Perception

Our way Mindless crowds are worshipping again And, again, unworthy futile idols How come that ignorance and idleness Daze and captivate uncultured brain? How come not merit but conceit Worth ahead of worthiness are valued? Why hot air is puffing and prevailing Where cool breeze was laughed into retreat? Why, disdaining bigger, better ways Throngs insist on treading life in circles? How this unholy, wicked circus Self-perpetuates its empty days? Drags us down, perchance, not greed''s disgrace But top-heavy curse of least resistance Clay persists in clinging to existence Thus, not all is lost for human race Crookedly, delighting in delays Masses coax world to grind at poles And, in stagnant pool where hope floats Rotting corpse of time still undulates Irtimd Kuoilel