There is nothing

There is nothing

Beyond understanding

It is a place to be

Neither Fortunate

Nor Elysian

Where existence

Is called into question

With the likely outcome

A selfish gene

There is little to answer

When the inquisitor

Is an altered perception

An introjection

Of old values

A parental anomaly

Authority

Is a divisive figure

In the foreground

Of sensitive souls

Laid low

By circumstance

Cognitions oppressed

Held hostage

By the captors fortune

Machiavellian seed

Feeding the frenzy

Of fundamental beliefs

Holding the reins

Of the horsemen

As insidious greed

Darkens the light

Of the world