New Dark Ages

There’s little to illuminate the path on which we walk, But glimmers of the truth when lightening rages. With arrogance our tyranny and ignorance our bliss, We make the journey through the New Dark Ages. It’s just another consequence of duty overseas, A little fun to supplement our wages. The windowpanes are painted black so no one peers inside; A common practice in the New Dark Ages. The enemy is cunning, but we’ve gained the upper hand, With prisoners locked naked in their cages, While Justice, wearing combat boots, is tugging at the leash To lead our nation through the New Dark Ages. The journalists keep tally of corruption and abuse, With history recorded on their pages, But every other line’s deleted, censored by decree; Another symptom of the New Dark Ages. It wasn’t our misfortune to arrive here overnight. We’ve gotten to this state in subtle stages, At every step along the way ignoring warning signs, As though we lusted for these New Dark Ages.