Lost candor

I pray to save all that remains.

To save the dignity in the maze  of games.

the candor left scant,

from yet another tyrant.

I earnestly wish for a dream to dream.

Call me a dreamer that is all you can do.

That is how you have always been.

But you cannot steal what I believe.

you point your fingers at others when you please.

But, practise to preach what you mean.

One day I hope your hands would be clean.