There was a time, not long ago,

When blood ran in the veins;

Now it spouts from megaphone mouths,

And runs down streets and lanes.

 

Bodies now are merely tools

To murder in the souls;

And every murderous soul now boasts

Countless, zestful trolls.

 

An age of devouring fire is here,

Words its vehicles;

The stench of hate that lights the spark

Nook and cranny fills.

 

Nothing gentle walks the earth,

Nor watches from the sky;

Idiocies of great aplomb

Cutthroat thrones occupy.

 

How then may remnants of softer days,

Anachronistic men

And women of vulnerable grace

Time’s murderous temper  shun?

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