The Cycle of our MisConduct

Human history
a convoluted contraption
perpetually pitied my contradictions
Misunderstandings of hubris
that pester grown men into throwing tantrums
beheading wives for the sake of ego
The mistakes of a few
paid by the mutiny of the masses
who can't tell one from two
nor know nothing else than prayers
Disputes based on crimes
disguised as social justices
as the misguided worship dismembers
all that the rest of them held dear
Families trying in vain to gain
their false footholds torn out of the walls
far before they could even begin to dream
All the while the handlers
let loose all of the wild cats
who seek out like carnivorous predators
all the deer and wild fowl that are too slow to move
And in this Darwinism we slumber
hoping that tomorrow our walls will still be around us
daring to build up new ones
As cannon fire rips and roars among us
tearing the paper thin security
sliding straight down the cerebral cortex
toppling governments and corporations
as we sit upon the cinders as the screams echo
closing our eyes,
taking a breath,
repeating our steps,
Until the fable years we were promised may perchance,
Just maybe,
Come like wide eyed children around the corner
Excited and innocent of the history
of the crimes we have committed.