Decadence Poem by Gianni Pansensoy

So it is the most awaited confrontation,

so very controversial speech of retribution,

so these eyes see a national laceration,

so the youthful dreams crawl on the path of deterioration.



This is decivilization, louder on radio station,

this is degradation, louder on television

this is an epitaph for social degeneration,

this is a eulogy but everybody feasts with fascination.



For days and years their hatred

suckled anger, thoughts filled

with perverted contempt, in the end

balloon perforated and exploded.



And our senate, as media deified,

it's the house of jesters yet applauded,

where character assassinations are promoted,

ignorant spectators laughed and respected,

finally, them without knowing, a country is trampled.