Calumny

Brought forth faithfully

To the noose

That I never know who tied

Holding the knowledge of the portrait

Pathetic in self awareness and shame

As rain runs with tears

Down long dry river beds

In the silent stillness of a birds eye point of view 

I step to the noose

To let the masses see the image

Of their such confident conclusions 

Of what madness is

And their lack of empathy for it.