Tunes Of Despair Poem by John Sensele

I hear my voice screaming
I hear my brain dreaming
Society has gone berserk
Responsibility elders shirk

To jump on a berserk bandwagon
Dragging society into fires of the dragon
Consuming moral fibres
Diluting credence and credibility calibres

As they gyrate to the tune of regression
Swinging left and right as aggression
In its puke pervades all crevices and crannies
Hounding mummies and nannies

If free speech they exercise
Endeavouring essential events to analyze
To offer a solution to cure
The madness and sadness grown so impure

They eat seeds of hope
Slaying seedlings on the sorrow slope
With elders growing indifferent
Because their brains are no longer transparent

As infants weep in despair
Wailing for Jesus to repair
Society swimming in cycles of loss
As on all foibles elders paint gloss.