maybe not

errors made in lack of judgement
confusion caused in breach of logic
matters expounded, drawn simply
made real, right, dry and clean
living on in husks of yesterday
we are all made from the same clay
we say
what we are is what is made
and living on in safetied brains
forgetting knowledge spoke of bluntly
what we did we changed up suddenly
victims chosen for the fire,
the solution's true so it must be dire
is it ever reckoned so,
that those who leave must go
why are they always trying hard
trying for nothing, to beat the bard
meaning wrecked on ships of treason
and what we have will come in season
and recompensed for matters meant
only when we went too far