The Purpose Of Piety Poem by Benjamin Feliciano

Ha ha ha, the anger over boils again.
I've done nothing to save myself,
Admiring the mess as the flies take reign.
Fine, upstanding individuals line the stadium.
All rising to bear witness to the spectacle of faults.
We now return to your regular public blame-casting!
Seconds behind the victor but miles from victory,
The same colors cross my face in a spectrum of pity.
A familiar web of deceit ensnares the naive, me.
The tinted panes of 'ok' are melting to no surprise.
I climb their blank stairs to the peak of depravity,
And enter the cathedral of my own sins.
Kneeling again at the alter of faults.
Joy exchanged for the summits and valleys of the immediate.
Vexatious truths verify the presuppositions,
I am worth little more than the dust on my shoes.