Guilt Built On Trust

Has too much guilt been built on trust?
Even though that trust,
Seems decaying to rust.
And yet,
Many deceived still remain disbelieving...
Someone who lies,
With proof and evidence...
Out in the open.
No longer hidden to hide.
Should be endorsed and supported.
To represent the best quality of their lives.
Regardless if that quality,
Has been stripped to chips.
And those responsible for doing this,
Are the ones they pick as qualified,
To continue to provide...
The kind of leadership they wish.
Although that ride from the top,
Many can not see is nonstop.
Rapidly speeding.
To the bottom to drop them all.

Is this guilt,
Found to find entertaining?
Or is it the thrill of losing their minds,
More important to prioritize.
Than facing the reality and truth.
That once the bottom has been reached.
Gone to not exist,
Also rusted is that trust...
Hopelessly crushed into dust.
Leaving it doubtful for anyone to think,
Fiction alone can restore and pick...
A leader from it.
When that ride they all took to take,
Had been enjoyed.
Without a word heard to hear,
Of one complaint disapproving...
About the speed of the ride.
Approaching the bottom to decide it done!

This guilt to trust,
Can only deliver...
Broken bones and busted butts!