When I awake from my nightmarish sleep
I'm reminded of times when truth flowed deep
And all people drank from honesty's wells -
Now they swallow liars' potions and spells.
And what we can sell
Is all and everything,
Yet most are fed well
So few see the scheme -
By which cash cascades from springs
Spoiled beyond extreme.
Now I'm hung on a hook, thumb-tacked by themes
Rumbling through my slumber's thunderstruck dreams.
Before, when darkness seldom survived light,
The great and good were still up for the fight.