At the Gates
Civilization is crumbling
The Huns are at the gates
I don't know what we're becoming,
But I sure hope that it waits
The children are talking backwards
The leaders are talking in tongues
The fork’s in the soup
And we cannot recoup
The innocent days of our young
Logic treads so lightly
While knowledge devastates —
The foe’s at the gates.
The Devil’s in the details
The fat is in the fire
Up to our necks in saccharine and dreck –
Is this any way to conspire?
Don’t call for no revolution
No secret brotherhood
I've seen dinosaurs that have stood here before –
Their ways are gone for good
Common sense treads lightly
While arrogance devastates —
The Man’s at the gates.
I don't know how we got here
By what token or cosmic train
Don't know the story started –
In a garden or after a bang
But if we go and whimper
In the cruel hedges of deceit,
Then we’re just as bad
As the lies we’ve had
In our laps but could never defeat
Perdition treads so lightly
While sanctity devastates —
The end’s at the gates.
Copyright © Keith Dovoric | Year Posted 2024
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