Singed Fingers

Noticeably hidden.
Once accusatory,
Pointing now singed fingers.
Attempting to prevent it seen,
The rising of fumes...
Behind their backs.
With wishes to want,
Not to attract...
Their doing witnessed,
Intentionally attacking the facts of truth.
And their own criminal acts.
Denied in defiance,
What it is they've done.
Meant obviously to do.
Too confuse the minds of humanity.
Continually mentally abused.
By lies told to tell to sell their fiction.

And today in the midst,
In their meant intentions...
To dismiss reality.
With it hope successfully to accuse others,
On the left side to be...
The ones who are the lunatics.
Out to destroy,
Freedoms once enjoyed...
By a democratic society.
Yet more to notice that can not be missed.
Are the ones selected and picked,
As the cause and reason...
For a greatness fading,
Away from what it was to exist.
Have been actually victimized,
By those undeniably today identified...
To be certified lunatics.
Doing their best not to choke from smoke,
Hoping to prevent themselves and stay...
Smiling.
Although,
The pain of their fingers remain to burn.
Even held behind their backs,
Many are beginning to scream.
Blaming the doing,
On others nowhere seen.
For the setting their pointed fingers,
On fire!

'What a magnificent,
And entertaining performance.
Incredible to disbelieve,
Such committed conviction!
With a doing impossible to fiction!'

'Tell me about it.
Listen to the people cheering for more!'