The times we live are tempestuous

Intolerance and zealotry benumb us

Unabashed flattery and pride blind us

The loudest and strongest dominate us.

 

The mind is filled with fear 

And the head is held low.

The clear stream of reason is muddied

and has finally lost its way 

in the quicksand of bigotry.

 

The channels on the idiot box 

have become true to its name;

Social media, seemingly innocent,

Has mutated into a reckless psychopath, 

Belching out nonsense as did they,

While building the tower of Babel.

 

Society is binary now, 

Much like the CPUs of the robots we build. 

You are either this or that;

Else, it's brother against brother,

Neighbour fighting neighbour,

Strangers killing strangers.

 

The despondency is all pervasive.

In desperation we turn to our Gods;

But They too have become fragile,

Our religion limp, our faiths shattered.

Gods these days are fearful of humans;

Mere mortal utterances can unbalance 

Their high and lofty positions.

 

In the horizon, Dante's inferno swirls viciously 

It's death march the only certainity.

A matter of time before it engulfs 

And we're scorched by Hell's fury,

Charred beyond recognition, our Humanity. 

 

Who will deliver us from this rave and rancour;

The catacomb reverberates without an answer.