A raging swirl of selfish thrill
A narcissistic whirl of lust
What once was shining on a hill
Is now a blighted realm of rust
Will we survive these witless times?
Will you permit that ray of light?
When lies compound in countless crimes
What path is there beyond this blight?
This carnage is your vow made real
What you have soiled might never heal.
"How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives." – Annie Dillard