Poetry and or Posturing?

The biggest strength lying on the lie of our being;

tells constantly of our needs 

Manifold assurances to maintain day to day living.

But who is worthy of this highest of posts?

The she's and he's who reigned for centuries have long deserted their thrones

Unable to bear the dreadful weight of such a curse

Yet we lie in hope of such relief from the most wretched of souls

Each and everyone tortured by the curse 

Of finding self worth to showcase to the outside world.

In this great act of ignorance emerges the noble of our times

Here is where we enslave ourselves to others of our kind

In this prostitution of perspective we see the sad demise

Of the eye that gazed gracefully at the familiarity of the divine