DEFENESTRATED

Your devotion 
Inner commotion 
They're trivialised as can be, 
In a world of lies 
Their selective eyes 
See what they want to see. 
Rules they bend 
To meet their ends 
Live lives of corrupted hypocrisy, 
Used like a pawn 
In a game of chess 
You're their minion, they the aristocracy. 

They'll celebrate you 
While you're here 
When you go 
Nobody will care. 
You're nothing more 
Than a speck of dust 
They brush off their shoulder 
In undisguised disgust. 
You exist 
While you serve their needs 
Then its oblivion 
For you, and your deeds. 

MS