Questions Left (Poem: Critique welcomed)

Questions left barren under scorching suns
As daily masks swirl in, out and around
For there is no holy ground in deceit
Of flower petals trampled never saved
Nothing to erase from wishes replayed
Blackened slates rehashed, released yet concrete
Bitter pills decoys to destroy belief

Questions left hanging under scorching suns
Where justice hides latest joke in signs hung
And each message ploughs disdain left to rot
And arched passage fills riddles with no light
Just empty pages given vista blight 
From onset this seed planning from what's not
And this guiding passage so cold his lot

Questions left nimble under scorching suns
Fantasy fabricates loss as sum
Building grand sand castles without redoubt
Envy joins battle like feral windmills
And honor of this mirage cries out shrill
Guessing the patterns from sky, land and cloud
But without answers this bare tree just shouts

Questions left answers under scorching suns
But are seldom noticed as days wear on
In the pale of shadows and dusty lanes
And qualms reside to resist tides of change
In deep divides of cities left in flames
Seasons come and go and leave their remains