Pieces Of Judgement Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Hazy admissions of liberty struggle to overcome details of submissive substance.
Reigning in feelings, finding fault with all areas of suggested freedom, watching indecisive foes relegating nonconformist ideas of history.
Sauntering lanes filled with a buildup of fragmented sources of idealism, wanting to stray and become part of a moral majority.
There being no wayward avenues of escape, trudging daily down withering aisles, face to the east, awaiting pieces of judgement as life dwindles slowly away from it's liberty, being bound by outlandish laws and backwards enforcement of them.
Stranded on a planet of nonexistent free will, standards, morals and values pass on without anyone noticing.