I am such bored This bombardment of Our finer sensibilities By banalities' barrages Day in, day out.
Oh! Are we civilized humans Or some nether acumens? Those that lead Those that follow Blind, the sheep!
How come? Who rules the Zeitgeist? Information is of constant crime-ing Society is of piggish striving Snouts in war and woes' mucks Mornings disgraced Evenings marred Breaths but count of fear and fright Hopeless living Despair and despondency, disease Nauseating the 'free' human world's lay.
A tiny elite bit in foray World wide the hydra budding Forth its poisonous array Humans' sky now overcast For an age With debasing cloud Human Endeavour comes Wrapped in this terrible shroud.
Is there release? The hope, the prospect? The try? Which the hand At redeeming essay? Or is it the wait For the next Avatar?