Always There Are Choices

In a society to have many blessed to get,
Preferences and entitlements.
Including a variety of choices.
From which to choose what to pick,
That satisfies one's current to change...
Multiple interests.

How is it that anyone would decide,
A life to have been blessed to get...
Comes for them to determine,
Is worthless and has no value to pride.
Or declare to have it accepted to believe,
Others doing the best they can...
To contribute to all humanity.
With their talent and skills.
Yet...
Are seeking in secret to replace the faces,
Of the ones doing nothing more...
Than showing themselves,
To be creators of division.
Frauding deceivers and hypocrites.
Cheaters who lie to themselves,
And others too!
While destroying a quality of life,
Done to leave behind the evidence and proof.
But claim to place the blame,
On the ones sitting at home to watch on TV...
Themselves being accused for a havoc.
To be nowhere near it.
Yet suspected to have instigated it to do.

Although...
This tactic to use,
Has yet to never fail...
To expose,
Thieves, leechers, and frauding deceivers...
Where they are to teach,
Evil misdeeds with smiles to leave...
On faces disguised as angels!
With a making it their choice to recruit,
Others like themselves awaiting...
To be picked to have their reputations ruined.
But seldom before and noticeably after...
Experiencing the thrill,
Of being thrown and crushed under a bus!

'I don't believe it.
And I stand staring.
With mouth and eyes opened wide.
Yet in my mind?
I refuse to accept what I see is reality.'

'You?
I have yet to hear anyone,
Either to say thank you or express gratitude!
How difficult is that to do?'

'And people wonder why,
Few are left...
Wanting to volunteer themselves,
As fools to take for granted.'

'Times have certainly changed.'

'A lot!'