Loss Of Opportunity To Correct

They are seeking someone to blame, For the deadend of their greed. For the sloppiness of their gluttony. For the selfishness they feed. But they will come to realize, They've been driven by their own addictions. And their own needs to be deluded. Unconsciously polluted and fantasized. And with eyes clearing... A reflection they see! Racism, division, ignorance and isolation. With a loss of opportunity... To correct. With no empathy bestowed from those, Who observe them as they pass. Looking onto this scene... Expressing no feelings to be seen. At least none they have chosen, For them to regret! Corruption fed without a consciousness... Comes to greet. Without delicious treats. For a clean up that comes next. And the seriousness of reality, Taken to confront such a mess! 'Did we do this by ourselves? ' Yes, children! No one else. And guess what? You will clean it up yourselves. Here is your broom and mop. Get busy! And when you are done here... There is much more. Not we... Or us! But 'you' will do to improve! And... Over there, You will find your uniforms.