Life Or Counterfiet Comfort?

I turn with lazy eyes,
Peering with darkened lines
A mind set forth in cries,
Ways gripped
Like lips in taste of lime,
Sour,
Fitted for the time.
Watching,
As there flutters the lies,
Covering heavy the skies.
Why,
Bring about such crimes,
Our people,
Bleed just as you and I.

But dare I say,
I guess standing on towering heights,
Breeds about one to prescribe
The opposite, to individualize,
Let not be a canvass to customize.
They linger with bribes
Shadows hide their eyes,
They believe
The earth be their prize,
The people surrender their rights
For jobs, a high-rise,
A home paid to by thirty years,
Dealers of fears.

I turn my eyes,
Peering with dark lines,
Watching,
As the world cries,
We fall, my mind
In constant mold to criticize,
How long did I contribute,
To these lips of lies,
Sour,
How much did I prescribe.

The children,
What will be their life,
Shackles of heart, of mind.
Locked behind the guise,
Invisible to sunrise
Emotion crucified
Friendships diluted by the adults
That swore to fight,
To vocalize,
But sit paralyzed,
How deep will the world be traumatized.

Like fractured bones,
Crystalized
Stolen,
Hypnotized,
I weep,
For it happens in our lifetime,
What shall we do to equalize,
To Exorcise.

Evil, has been our merchandise.
Who be not guilty, will be a surprise.

I turn my eyes,
Peering with darkened lines,
Our comforts.

Must be sacrificed.