WA-3 Draft 2

Temporary judgment lapse
prison doors lock,
what’s best reiterates like a rock
falling under wraps

secrecy slithers through the slums
turning out the lights,
eliminating all our rights
nothing left but crumbs

Peace sits on a high hallowed thrown
while we are down below,
covered by an invisible throw
their blindness makes us groan

Nothing seems unattainable
despite everything slowly inching away,
issues dubbed unforgivable
are standing in the way

unnecessary actions carve a broken path
blindsided by rejected components,
peace should not have a wrath
careful are its opponents