An Outcome Undecided

The parade of guilty parties
March across the concrete floor.
Each one reeking of a pungent stench
In dire need of lathered soap
Followed by a soothing water rinse
A travesty of promising young agents
Disillusioned by green, and its powerful lure.
Always a lesson too late to be learned
They have reached the final abyss
Wandering like homeless children.
The decision awaits these nervous onlookers
To execute, or to rehabilitate?
In the end, their struggles remain
Etched in each subconscious mind
Such talents gone astray with false ambitions
Even loved ones too ashamed to be reached.
Now at last the final drawn curtain
Over the senseless drama once incurred
With an outcome abruptly halted in its tracks.