Cliché

Degrading the sacred to silly,
Worse than bland, a hundred descents
Uglier than mediocre. You are
The nemesis of beauty,
Veiling crisp clarity.

Revolting! the stench of your perfume -
Repugnant attempt to mask
Your rot and decay.
Facade of sympathy and wisdom,
Poisoning our wounds,
Mocking our passion.

We the Susceptible, the Gullible...
The Lazy.
Building and travelling your roads,
On which we then succumb to sleep.

Only Hope can wake us to fight you.