When the Zeitgeist Is a shite geist How to keep from really caring? The loudmouth fools Keep spouting bull They can't seem to keep from sharing. This world is cracked It's all an act The endless flow of cant is wearing. Fools mock and sneer, I smell their fear Their lack of inner truth is glaring. They're full of hate Their rantings grate To speak the truth would be too daring. Freedom's their boast In fact it's toast The future looks so harsh it's scaring. We've lost our past It's dying fast The young find all this crap ensnaring. I look inside My speech elide The only way to hold my bearing. I guard my tongue, Curb thoughts far flung, Try not to grieve at this world's faring.
"When the world is running down,
You make the best of what's still around." - Sting
See also:Durance Vile