did you forget?

did you forget the name you'd claimed on your way to slay the lame
drowning in the surest shame, but seeking to blame some pointed pain
a grievance ever aggrieved, bereaved of peace by seeds
in rumor's plantation where a generation enslaved still bleeds
and needs mending, attending every chance at upsetting
a balance of regresses, impressed with remorseful regretting
bloodletting, meddling with the unsettling uncertainty
that certainly deprives the mind of signs of a certain urgency
and casts a curse of worse reversal than tide's own tick-tock turning
with blessed bilateral belligerence from a deep-set down-sized yearning
acceptance in a clan of burning ashes to trash, acceptance the accepted cash
to run with ones and fives, taking dives that thrive on the blink or wink of forty lashes
credit for the masses to bash in brash brassware where what's worn may never wear
for the reflection there, though still quite fare, alights such blights, no fair delight to care
much more than that formerly in a different hat of pushes, pulls, and proud back-pats
in fact to attract then where there was what now is not what you're at
but some cat, with batted, mismatched patches snatched the pearls of pretty girls whose world was whirled
and in that swirling, twirling madness did a sad depiction of some new eviction find straight lines' reminders curled
the blinders unfurled, flag-like at half-mast, down-cast and huddled in puddles of broken stained glass
shattered by the axe of taxing trials for tradition, legalistic prohibitions of some mindless morals' mission passed
with colors flying black and white, written on grey pavement with sidewalk chalk like a children's game
and the schoolyard bully comes out to play, and on his way to slay the lame, still screaming the name you claimed
more like slanderous blasphemy, you wield it till its worn
without meaning, without scandal, your tortured truth merely a mask for style and a tattered textile torn
with a curse on your lips in the name of what you're after
you can be sure your reward now is laughter, but the end will show your master
and until your crusade is defrauded, be now afraid that the fear you have lauded will earn no great merit
and you too will share it, and in this earth not inherit
for one so sleek is not meek but a giant
and giants will fall and be so surely silenced