the wretched will

The wretched will, laying in tatters,
overwhelmed by the masses,
conquered by the opium induced malaise,
an unforgiven carnage left in its wake,
as it crawls in despair towards darkness.

Seeking shelter from the light,
from the ill conceived resolutions
drawn from feeble minded characters,
it hides itself from the populism,
the condemnation of disagreement.

Vanquished, by lower souls,
with their lesser thoughts and
common refrains of righteousness,
if fades slowly, desperately away,
into the deep abyss of oblivion.