What Kind of New World Part Ii

My mother Linda died the other day. Nobody seemed to care and went away. Why did I come here with Lenina and Bernard? What I though would be easy living is now hard The simple life on the reservation I miss. There was no rampant carefree promiscuousness. It seems like everyone is engaged in lust There’s not a single person here that I trust. Morals and values seem to be non-existent. They keep pestering me, and they’re quite persistent. They poison themselves with those Soma pills. “Feelies” and other things are where they get their thrills. They’ve got me ensnared with anxiety and fear. Not even one person has heard of Shakespeare. This place is taking its toll on my sanity. I’m not even sure of my own identity. This world I now know is full of indecency. Perhaps in this lighthouse, I’ll find some privacy. Based on the novel "Brave New World" by the late Aldous Huxley