janus looks not at future or past
he looks at present and is aghast
astonished he looks to right and left
shivering in fright at world bereft

where he looks he sees desolation
the human condition in shreds 'n tatters
the stink of putrid stagnation
as man has forgotten what really matters

future appears worse than the past
past is drenched in blood chloroplast
so forever he looks this 'n that way
unable to in present stay