IS IT TOO LATE?

The ink is smeared across the page, spelling out these days of rage as rain comes thundering down on a trembling earth and washes away past history of joy and mirth and days of worth. When the harlots of hypocrisy decree the death of democracy and all the freedom that used to be and nobody cares and prayers are heard by minds immune and out of tune with decency.

We must submit unwittingly and unwillingly to impotent incompetence that makes no sense. We, a world once free, have succumbed to this insanity. Losers win an winners lose..

Why did we buy this pie in the sky that sealed our fateful destiny? Is it too late?