The Turning Sphere

The turning sphere of history remains without merit Until we earn again for ourselves that which we inherit; The open window admits the gifter and the grifter. Passionate pages seeking to be filled with meaning, Accept copy and paste solutions without fact checking; The illusion’s brilliance blinds. Freedoms won with the sacrifice of patriots inveterate Are ceded to a siren’s song by a servile electorate; A vote for the melody no matter the lyrics. The anomaly becomes a tool to indict a group By extrapolation in a never ending loop; So many so willingly led by so few. A kaleidoscope of human mutations vying chaotically to be begot. Is this what six billion years of random opportunism has wrought; *****sapiens, the symphony, played to discordant notes?