As gazing over industrial land,
Futile are my thoughts.
Sights seen with knowing eyes,
Imbue with mocking taunts.

How can we be here amongst all this,
When not so long ago was intended bliss?
Knowledge so elegant and so beautiful,
Offers hope yet is not irrefutable.

Here, trapped within this stranglehold,
Where anger is but a waste,
Religion here, democracy there,
Into what must we sublimate?

From the mount, the answers have been delivered,
And this is what we must do.
Simplicity shrouds the bureaucracy of old,
And makes way for an eternal new.

Walk by faith, not by sight,
For this perilous road of tempestuous might,
Is not all it seems.  It’s destination; truth.
Not that of dreams, but that with proof.

But most will not fulfil,
For not meek are they.
Concrete self-righteousness paves,
Yet does not lead the way.

Infinite roads down which to walk,
No signs now, just digital talk.
Lest we be watchful, will we become lost.
And I daren’t even think at what cost.

For ages gone by, truth have we pursued,
With razzle-dazzle leading the way.
Men deemed more intelligent than I,
Have still been lead astray.

Close I have been to those I never knew,
At a distance was that chance kept,
But knowing now, that which I do,
Where I’ve cried, now I only wept.

Forces nor you or I can see,
Are present for our observances.
For each and every one of us will be,
delivered from idleness in Hades.

When will it happen? When will it be?
Not one of us who knows.
When distemper’s calamities culminate,
With humanities utmost woes.