The Tragedy of Modern Ages

Silence, the hymn to the somber lands
As nuclear winter descends
Wraiths of past nations linger and loom
In the shadows of history’s death
An unsustainable standard of affluence
Has decimated the makings of man
And commodity’s gaping influence
Has distorted and defiled all the land
Written in a timeless script
The tragedy of modern ages
Cries forth the dismal fate of man
In bloodied, tear-stained pages
Trapped within a fabricated world
Of Gods encased in metal beams
Subsumed and enveloped in synthetic dreams
Evolution holds a cunning trap--
The misfortunes of the human
Are his works, though brilliant they may be
They’ve led him to his ruin