The Modern World

This is not the golden age. It is the future reeling from earthquake, hurricanes, lost innocence, lost generations: Who will cry? Their voices are muted beneath the blare of the trumpet sounders who cry for justice: human rights, the environment, save this, save that, save the world. They do not see In the modern world, after the dark-age, beyond skyscrapers, escalators and aeroplanes, without concord. They do not see the muting things nor hear the muted voices. In the modern world, they do not feel.