Elusive Reflections

Kneel, you are the whipping boy, For you are chosen to succumb without truce in the eyes of fire These things have remained the same for hundreds of years Just like the vengeance of a million slaves Hold up your many flags of insecurities Just like they tell you how it must feel to live free Open sail on a tar pit sea, searching for someone of abundance Will please an opportunist well in eyes of disgust Guilty for everything you get You never thought this mirror would be so hard to tame Count down your blessings and save them frugally Just like your victim, only karma sets them free Profusion lies in a banquet of idle rumors that is trapped in your head How many minds were left unwashed since you taught them the way? How many minds were left untaught since you washed them away?