This generation grew accustomed
to the monstrous and bizarre,
to the pornographic,
to violence and gore,
and the need to have more.
How far did we have to fall
before we realized it was for nought?
There was rhyme and reason to those
behind the wall of silence,
yet we did not encounter it
even as they encountered us,
surrounded us, cajoled us,
divided us into camps
and prepared us to destroy
the engines of the world.
The conspiracy of those who disagreed
met the conspiracy of those who agreed,
yet no one ever knew the truth
as they fell off healthy paths
to the ruins of the soul
which lie tattered in violence,
filth, mire, and muck.