THE NEW GENERATION

Ah yes, the New Generation,
Reapings of fiscality,
Packaged lives on store shelves,
To be bought like bread
And eaten like bread.

The Muses dead,
Imagination cold,
All been done before,
The well of new dry,
All sold nothing left.

The malice rides the wind
In tempests of the mind,
Lined and ready,
Just take and wield
And unleash.

The sacred's drowned,
No land left to surface,
Just marooning isles
Hostile and barren
Laden with thorns.

The lives not worth twopence,
Ebb and retreat,
Ebb and retreat,
Inching farther inland
Every thrust.

The head uses traps,
Snares to steal voices
And gains more fuel,
Rewards gained
And something lost.

The blossom of flowers
Ugly unless otherwise stated,
Treasonous laurel,
Withering love,
The soil grown infertile.

The horseless carriage,
No inertia,
Pulled for a time by related horses,
Now lost when horses
Trodded off to their own.

Yggddrasil incarnate
From root of Adam
Now branched to this,
The road ends here.
Pray on, offspring,
Beg that the New Generation's denied.