A declining state – hell bent, and leant on
Those accosting seven, deadly though unseen:
Sloth, wrath, and envy, gluttonous for greed, and priding lust,
Equate sex with lust, money – greed, a hell-bent need
For internal strife which robs from empire
Life after generations, days of years of tiered building by pioneers,
Conquistadors, traders in affluence, anomaly, the culture
As high and massive as the sense all pinnacling down, down to bread-
And-circus clowns, tiresome, moneyed, shiny sex,
In decadent abundance, murderous, military excess…thence,
Combatting global tumult, we (with rich and poor
In hopeless tow, currencies debased), ready for the angry fight,
Go parasitic-bananas for the spoils’ extravaganzas, chefs, sports-stars,
Aaaahhh!
Leaderless leaders forgetting public service
Pell-mell laden gyres of what are hates’ desires!
Thanks again. A composer I know wanted an end-of-civilization poem for part of a symphony. This poem was written recently which means though the muse is usually asleep it/he/she can occasionally wake up.
Wow this one was very powerful. Interesting photos to go along.