Documenting These Times Poem by DM W

The toys are broken in the nursery of dreams
The flowers are withered in the playground of youth.
Cold steel systems have laid waste to vast, noble schemes.
The deceivers have ravaged the carcass of Truth.
We still cling on desperately, it seems
To our tribal idols and deities,
Yet we ignore the more important themes
Of our lives. Can anything be redeemed?
We have lost touch with verdant Nature and
Our inner selves. Time is now running out.
When will we ever hope to understand
The things we should be most concerned about:
True communion and community?
Will we remain adrift on troubled seas?