Something in our midst
Don't want us to live
It's doing everthing in its Power
To **** and promote Death.
The media shows it
Paints the bleakest picture.
No wonder
Their are suicides
No wonder
People want to get high
No wonder
People want to escape
When the only future they see
Is a Lie.

That's what You want, that's Your work:
To create despondency, estrangement, dissolution;
Create divisions, create rich and poor---
There's a War right away!
You've got everyone all over the place,
Everyone at variance!
That's Your Intention---generating disorder,
mayhem, HELL!
Never relenting!
Forceful through the centuries.
But
Out there
In dystopia
Infinite good acts eventuate
Unreported, ignored, rarely
Brought to light
Because
The light we live in is darkness,
Never
To be confused with   The Night Sky.