Misery Mystery, II

..In reply commitment flies off as a raven To flee from he who pursues me, my brethren For those with him I consider craven To move with them is me fallen Cases of this sort, I know not to be a maiden They are a multitude you cannot govern For their kingdom is with the heathen I'm now in a cage of paroxysm For eternally they are full of purism This has waned and faded my optimism If they will change, that is fatalism It is hard to fathom this complex organism Hence I record all my criticism, I can't live with this scepticism