Every age has its nihilists, for sure,
But nihilists don’t find fertile ground
In the rich and lazy but in the poor,
Who suffer years of abuse, who can’t be found
Supping at the High Table, bellies fat,
Or in committees deciding the Fate
Of continents and lands, but struggle at
The edge of life in some eternal wait
For justice that never comes, for wisdom
That’s never shown, for compassion
That dies on the lips of those that mouth freedom
Whilst meddling in the hearts of their nations.
Say it’s not so, but brutalism reigns –
Perhaps the nihilists must break those chains.
We live in a brutal age – the most brutal are often the politicians creating policies that wreck the lives of millions. Written after 9/11