Like shifting sands through the glass of time

Many change at the drop of a dime

A dime a dozen is how they come and go, 

Mostly fickle, their lives a staged show

A show for accolades, “bravo,” “hooray”

Fearing dislike and from others dismay

Dismay for how they are inside

Diabolical mind, filled with self-centered pride

Pride at the ready to burst from its seams

With wicked winks and mischievous schemes

These schemes they naturally with thought invent

For the unassuming soul whose mind they rent

Rents they inflict, committing psychological violence

Hiding in plain sight, while avoiding recompense

But recompense comes on swift wings

Eternal justice from within the Truth rings

Ringing aloud and crying out in wrath against the insanity

Of the covert acts that destroy the harmony of humanity

Humanity in their everlasting home and abode of peace

That existed before the pompous ones’ release

They released toxicity, into the environment leaking

Enticing others to act in the way of self-seeking 

But self-seeking destroys the soul within, the pure, gifted essence

Throwing the soul and entire being out of balance

And if balance be no more, no longer can one explore

True beauty of all becomes an eyesore as the egoic mind fills the core

Many choose the egoic, forever in darkness to be

Like sifted sands beneath the cyclical sea