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.*
W.B.Yeats
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.
Wailing!
Wailing!
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.
Wailing!
Wailing!
