A cascade of blades
of back handed knives of actors paid
for who could find the paths laid
with bodies lain, slain.
Peaceful cadaver remains
is branded confidence named
for who could maim
if not those seen as confidently claimed.
Quiet shamed to mere shadows like identity drained
though the crowds have turned unAble but pro-Cain
killing sisters and brothers, just for proof of selfish fame
for who could train when parents are still trying for a life gained.
Confidence has been shamed to an identity of force
too scared to use words so it turns to actions with no remorse
forethought, guilt are for the weak too scared to open doors
"take what you want" became the words of mentors
though if your looking for guidance from others that isn't yours
you might as well be leashed, still walking on all fours.
The bigger picture may involve us,
but it isn't centered thus.