Poem Tanked Up

The hypocritical have landed
In subzero terrain
transcended by unleaded
And leaded again.

They have arms
They have legs
Human are they
Or developmentally arrested
in the games they play.

They have visions that they visualise you in.
They have you sainted but full of sin.

What can we do?

Where can we begin?

They lead us to corrosion
And then the explosion of the vehicles were in.