TURNING and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity.*
In a time such as this, in darkening days Without screeching witches Frightened banshees, buggered old men Searching for solace, eyes streaming with icicle-lust- Gangrene facebook: torn-up, shredded twitter
The cries of the disconnected, Wailing! Wailing!
In a time like this, in darkening days, The disconnections come in waves!
Searching for reason amongst the unreasoning, Hunting for sanity within the insane, Identifying the dead from amongst the living.
Email excreting venom Internet exfoliating lies-politicians wrapped In deceit- A cold time of it, a wretched time of it.
Only within our hearts does hope lie. Only there Away from conflict and disorder Away From the capricious cacophony of biased debate.