The Waste Land Today

One hundred years on Our Waste Land we celebrate Desiccated and dry as a desert Within our dehumanised souls Where the tumbleweed of untruth Sits with such disconnection From reality, Myriad voices peddling the myths of the madhouse Your untruth is not mine So far apart are we Secure yet blinded by our own beliefs Unanchored and ill- founded Estranged from the truth And dead to fact Our refusal to recognise the denatured race Of our reckless rush Towards the day of judgment Destruction and damnation. False narratives to gullible audiences play, Such siren songs solipsistically Softly sing us to our graves, Fragmentation our final fate Emotion eclipsing reason.