Foolish young visionary 
your proximity 
to the corrupt epicenter razes 
your walls of morality walls 
of protection 
or of concealment temtation 
of raw power acquiescence 
subsequent exposure leaves 
you impaled 
on your own karmic pike 
with gun as pen blood 
as ink you draft 
the final tragic act 
your long suppressed conscious 
finally liberated 
through the exit wound.