The Dark Ages Continue

life is spun like a puzzle
in cubes and circles
never fitting into the right holes
once dug by those now laid
to rest in green fields of grass and stone

the key to motion is inertia
once pushed we glide until
our lies catch up with us

some lies become walls too high
to climb or crumble and will
serve as a headstone when winter
leaves its ice

to be fooled by hypocrisy
is a shameful ignorance akin
to bigotry which is the most selfish
highway too frequently
traveled upon

some will never solve this puzzle
and the others will watch and give clues
and hint while looking on or away in remorse