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.