all around is murky water
children sectioned for the slaughter
gone is truth, gone simplicity,
rare the jewel of authenticity

we live in world that champions strength
tread on the weaker, ignore the stench,
laugh at fidelity, those with sincerity,
trample theosophy, arrogate authority

two thousand years back wise men sighted
in their writings, prediction inscribed,
the head and face of generation
like a dog of no veneration

and, within, beats heart of gloom
longs for rest inside of tomb
'scape from all-engulfing shadow
end the running, end the show