Ruin

by A. E. Buchanan

Staring over the proverbial precipice onto a lowly world, few are daring to dream. Have we let go or is there still hope? Obliteration of the mind and reconstruction.

As dis-tortured thinkers wander through their empty reichs

Thoughts set out to enslave a one mind world

Though distance howls and tortured growls

Like wolves whose reign in night grows fowl

Go unheard, this throng of one, under the ruined man-made sun

I beheld a vision of a melting plastic world

Asphyxiating dreamers and their words

Raped of faith, our minds in waste

No worse, the leads of war embrace

Plugged in, the darkness, one, with splintering of tongues

Condoning, pushing, urging, taking spirits to their break

Madness, drowning, ignorance and bliss

But what is bliss to come to this

A battered dank acropolis

Waiting for the tides to come, to see this world undone

Now lifeless wonders marching to the chime of false intrude

Smiling, gripping to their sheltered lives

Not all will call, though the gallows tall

Have been placed for us to claim our fall

This resistance can be done, only to stand again as one