Pieces Of Judgment 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 build-up of
fragmented sources of idealism, wanting to stray
and become part of a moral majority.
There being no wayward avenues of escape, trudge
daily down withering aisles, face to the east,
awaiting pieces of judgment as life dwindles
slowly away from it's liberty, being bound by
outlandish laws and backwards enforcement of them.
Stranded on a planet of non-existent free will,
standards, morals and values pass on without anyone
noticing.