This Age Poem by DM W

This Age



This age admires itself in dark mirrors
This age worships artificial beauty.
This age is distracted by trivial matters.
This age now passively accepts diktats.
This age has now sold its collective soul.
This age now conforms to fleeting fashion.
This age is lacking in mercy and grace.
This age requires cultural revolution

Saturday, November 21, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: modern
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