Of Waste

[just mercedes]

Can you not taste,
The carnivorous waste?
 
Cars burning,
People yearning,
Freedoms granted,
On views slanted.
 
Cons lie,
Hope dies,
Perfect screams,
Endless schemes,
 
Those bullets ring,
These masses sing,
The marching on,
Of faithless pawns.
 
A switch flipped,
A moral skipped,
The ravished scenes,
And weakened dreams.
 
Bridges aflame,
Fingered blame,
Hearts weep,
Illusions leap.
 
For vice they cry,
For rebirth they die,
Deserted command,
Vindication stands.
 
Scorched lands,
Jilted hands.
Bloodied earth,
Twisted mirth,
 
Can you now taste,
Our carnivorous waste?

The problems with your poem begin with the first question. No, I can't taste 'carnivorous waste'.

The pedestrian rhyming and inverted word order need a lot of work. Punctuation is important. It's one of the tools in a poet's toolbox - use them all.

There isn't an original image in your poem. It reads like a list of cliches.

You need to clarify for your reader who 'they', 'you' and 'us/our' represent.