Now and Then and Now Again

1 Though still within our infancy, we strive to thrive, but woefully we flash and flaunt our 'primacy', display our trophies pridefully. Our terra firma ecstasy destroys survival's harmony, lays waste to life on land and sea. Mankind, thy name is vanity! By doubting Nature's regnancy, defying laws with levity, we strain our spheroid's symmetry (perhaps a fatal fallacy?) for, swallowed in the 'world of we', we feed on vain insanity with thoughts beyond eternity - so strange when looked at mortally. No use to seek a remedy ensconced in ancient prophecy for if not handled skillfully, as clay we'll pay the penalty. 2 The Moguls rule with cruel decree, control the crowds like puppetry, pursuing greed addictively with no accountability. The wind, it reeks of Royalty (awash in waves of perfidy) while blowing ’cross the peasantry (eclipsed in clouds of treachery). The Queen, well steeped in snobbery, sits, preening proud Her pedigree, on throne of sculpted ebony while sipping Sect immodestly; to sate Her Regal Majesty, a caviar clad canapé is served with golden cutlery by maidens bent submissively. The King is bailed from bankruptcy by Knaves who hoodwink artfully the down-and-outer evictee who wallows in their lenity. Forsooth, the Money Monarchy exalts the dollar dynasty engaged in highway robbery by Peacocks plumed in finery. Yes, Jesters and the Fools agree to truckle to duplicity and laugh about it witlessly. Long live the peon's penury! 3 To champion an oddity (like two times twelve is fifty three) one reaches to theology through paths of circularity. In bygone trials of travesty the doubters, draped in blasphemy, endured the pain and agony inflicted by the papacy. Inspired by the Trinity fanatics bent cosmology in geocentric fantasy while Bruno burned for heresy; and aged women, randomly accused of wicked witchery by justice framed in infamy, were racked and shown no clemency That epoch of credulity (when savants fostered sorcery and practiced ancient alchemy) arose in dark age quackery as clerics dripping piety (while raging, raving rabidly) pervaded thralled society with callous inhumanity; 'repent', they bellowed, 'verily, forsake the world's iniquity, live lives of want and chastity, and give your gelt to God through me'. 4 The Masters make a mockery of freedom and democracy by holding down the uppity, released from shackled slavery, now fettered in a factory else strewn across the Bowery, still chained in bonds of bigotry, immersed in seas of poverty. And colliers, tapping balefully in sunken-mine solemnity, yet thrum a mournful monody some call the digger's elegy. To children, pale and raggedy (behind a day of drudgery), the boss man, oh so gallantly, bestows a penny, niggardly; though some are fed (belatedly), their eyes recede in apathy while bellies bulge, inflatedly, with mothers watching, wretchedly. When met with health adversity or broken bone infirmity, the pauper dangles helplessly with no insurance policy; and those engulfed in lunacy are ailing blobs left floating free in psycho-dream obscurity - a mired madhouse odyssey. Ignoring mankind's unity, the rich and poor dichotomy breeds dismal doomed finality, eventual nihility. 5 Renewing days of chivalry, wild warriors fighting valiantly bring freedom neath the gallows tree while blending blood and burgundy to toast the slaughtered enemy, and so convince the colony to cede with smile on bended knee and yield her diamonds, silk and tea. At first they call the cavalry and then again the infantry, so proudly primped in panoply, with arms from finest armory (embraced in hands so tenderly bestow benign atrocity) - and soon atomic weaponry will extirpate posterity. 6 Misusing high technology (to feed the face of gluttony) depletes our Rock of energy, now slowly dying thermally. Our gadgets breathing CFC fuel ozone holes' immensity while cloud bursts, raining acidly, wilt woods in their entirety, and rivers, tainted chemically, polluted biologically, refill our cups methodically and drown our souls organically. Adjusting genes mechanically may well blot out the bumble bee annulling fruits' fecundity, but brings big bucks reliably. We wager perpetuity to revel momentarily in shadow-like obscurity ignoring the futility, but if we bet unknowingly on fickle fate's contingency and thereby act haphazardly we're doomed to lose the lottery. 7 The modern day bureaucracy abuses trust egregiously , embeds itself in obloquy and offers no apology. It paints the past in reverie to camouflage the tendency to strip away our privacy which paves the path to tyranny. With earlobes lurking furtively that listen surreptitiously, and eyeballs peering piercingly we've lost cerebral sovereignty, and those who dare to disagree must hide away in secrecy else crowd a black facility (with water board anxiety). 8 Yes, sans responsibility, our marble in this galaxy will crumble in catastrophe ere ever reaching puberty…