Pointing Finger

*Expanding freestyle; I dare you to comprehand it!!*

What else
While the world spins without cause,
Seemingly ignorant,
Seemingly predictable.
As it resides in glass
A crystal orb that is,
On the edge of breaking anytime.
Crackle, shatter upon our pride.

I thought; no, I knew
Every sinful indulgence protruding
Out the tips of lashing tongues.
Every flashing innocent eyes
Stuffed with knives of many lengths.
Each pulled after a worn virtue,
Stung by the freedom of speech itself.

That can't be true you say,
Freedom is righteous, fair and just.
The laws says so, the law permits so.
You speak blasphemy; you're a cynic,
Borne from pessimistic nightmare deeds.
Ah, but alas, the truth speaks
Death may not be an option with falsified lies.
My lies that is, are but brief verity,
Spoken like the way you wield guns on buckles.

Beware the pointing finger
Glass will pierce without a single drop of blood.
For a nation's pride, you are whipped with words.
You address the facts through the world's eyes,
But perceptions are dull, judged by emotions.
Anything not saying, "Go, Go"
Pertains to an anti, unwanted council member.
Now I speak not only of America that is,
Everyone suffers from this odd incurable disease.
Like it or not,
America's flag and pride shines brighter than others,
At times dulling the new light of many.

Don't point your finger at me
I'm but a simple insignificant child
Why, I pose no danger I suppose
So why condemn me
Why point your impolite finger at me