This Fractured World Cannot Be Fixed Poem by DM W

I sense the broken cries of millions across
This purgatorial world of constant sorrow.
The metal rain pelts the oppressed from wounded skies.
There are stones at hand for every bigot to throw.
There are prisons that cause a poet's heart to bleed
And cages that corrode the colour of flowers.
I see love and mercy turn into pale shadows.
I hear the raven's triumphant shriek of laughter.
I feel the weight of the gods' wrath and angels' grief.
I refuse to be distracted by the Zeitgeist.
I refuse to be seduced by gaudy idols.
I refuse to be coerced by corporations,
While digital eyes watch us from every angle.
I'm so out of tune with the fashions of these times.