A Warning - 2019 Poem by DM W

The hyper real sirens are singing wildly
Waiting by the proverbial rocks
To bring us to wreck & ruin.
Don't be distracted by the fake, neon gods.
Don't be distracted by their shining pathways.
Don't be distracted by shrieking idiots.
Don't be distracted by superficial signs.
That lead to nowhere in particular.
Don't be distracted by worldly desire;
By idols that masquerade as love's sumptuous promise.
Remain ultra literate & lion willed.
Lament the fact that the precious ways
of the rich, vibrant green age have passed
Although its now well hidden from curious eyes,
There's still the original sun of Truth & Beauty
That cannot be eclipsed;
For Ideal Forms can never die.
We creators should search for
The fragments of a broken culture;
Reassemble them with due diligence
(And more than a little patience.)
I hang on to this fleeting glimpse of hope.
In a rudderless, wayward world
That lacks a significant frame of reference
To unify the listless, modern tribes.