• It is indeed a new age.
    An age of possibilities,
    an age of sickness,
    an age of war and famine,
    and walking among the stars.
    An age of inter-global connection
    with boundaries never more clear.
    An age where evil was once good,
    where black can become white,
    where sickness is in health
    and as the sunshine streams through the rain we cannot see--
    cannot see in front of us the sallow earth,
    the clogged sea, the hazy air,
    but all too well do the heat of the fires rise
    and keep rising.
    An age where the original, thought nigh lawful boundaries
    are steadily crumbling.
    An age where the masses cry out for intervention and
    then question its giver.
    An age where a few sit dreamily, brows laden with true heaviness,
    and drift down brief, imaginative roads of escape.