Shadows of the Rainbow

Absorbed under the debris of my dream,
perfidious roads I had walked,
signs drew caught in a gleam,
Here, I know not what I thought:

Deception, an understatement
Violence, simply a prelude
Truth, facade of inveiglement
Probity, gone kaput.

Impudence, purchased for filial piety
Profligacy, new prototype of propriety
Gratitude, forfeited for avariciousness
Virtue, consummated from calumniousness.

Were these unequivocal imbroglios
ensconcing something ominous?
Or, may be just puerile blasphemies
emanating from an ignoramus.

~J~