Powerless Poem by Eye Spy

On introspection,
Allow me an indiscretion.
Some philosophical dissection.

I have an ethical objection
To my soul's selection
Of a creator that builds in its reflection,
But with traumatic imperfection,
And gives release through deadly infection
Destroying with opiate confection.

Who demands total connection,
While so many live with no affection
In complete rejection,
Like a zoological collection.

Maybe I need a correction,
Before anger rises in convection
And lacking any self-protection
From insurrection
I drink on my defection.

Or on circumspection,
Is this just deflection
Stemming from my dejection
Sadness in midsection
With each painful recollection?

Having this prospection,
I must take a different direction,
Make a new election,
Alter my projection,
A godly reinjection.
Rebuild with greater perfection.