Modernity

The flowers of evil have seeded a time or two, mutated and multiplied by many dark nights. It often seems today, destruction's eve has come when another failure to cure the twisted mind erupts, slaughtering pale vestiges of innocence. Preachers and pundits mouth clichéd platitudes, funereal poets have not evolved past promises to always remember those so soon forgotten, and politicians will not rise to defend society, but hide behind pretentious claims of indignation. That leaves the poets to scream in profane words: damn the guilty failures of self serving hypocrisy, damn religions that endlessly war with brothers, damn useless governments fattening their power while making a mockery of service to the people. Damn the mutant beings we call corporations, like monsters in a horror movie sucking blood, mining their gold from the lives of wage slaves in every quarter of industries darkest idolatry. Yes, damn them all to the deepest pit in hell! The flowers of evil have mutated and multiplied, no more is there beauty in the city of the world. The quietly insane and peaceful hermit awaited some resolution beyond bestial human powers, but giving up on that, I tithe and pay my taxes.