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.
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