Awkward Angle of Perception

Our way Mindless crowds are worshipping again And, again, unworthy futile idols How come that ignorance and idlenessDaze and captivate uncultured brain?How come not merit but conceitWorth ahead of worthiness are valued?Why hot air is puffing and prevailing Where cool breeze was laughed into retreat?Why, disdaining bigger, better waysThrongs insist on treading life in circles? How this unholy, wicked circusSelf-perpetuates its empty days?Drags us down, perchance, not greed's disgraceBut top-heavy curse of least resistanceClay persists in clinging to existenceThus, not all is lost for human raceCrookedly, delighting in delaysMasses coax world to grind at polesAnd, in stagnant pool where hope floatsRotting corpse of time still undulatesIrtimd Kuoilel