The Silent Song of Modern Times

It is as if we are entangled, entrapped, engulfed and encased,
Disconnected in despair, with distances beyond compare.
Excavated layers of truth only expose, the seething toxicity of our institutions and those in their throes.


And inside so many there is a silent song which longs.
Which wants nothing more than to discard all that's false and wrong,
Which is primed to reignite and reconnect,
to the simple things, of true merit.