Our Brave, New Modern World Poem by DM W

Our brave, new modern world is now filled
With harsh sounds that deafen the ear,
And bright images that disturb the sight.
Alas, I think that they are contaminating
Our collective consciousness. We seem
Unable to decipher the codes that perhaps
Will lead to some type of enlightenment.
Currently, the technocrats have the power
To contrive spurious dreams and visions.
The Internet weaves myriad, enticing webs,
In which we feel invariably trapped.
We seem to be attracted to shadow plays,
Rather than concerned with seeking the Light.
In prayers, I ask for fresh wings to transcend
The sordid vagaries of this age, But all
I receive are fragments of feather and bone.