No Guiding Lights Poem by DM W

No Guiding Lights



O there are no guiding lights anymore.
There is only monotonous darkness.
There are no wise gurus or true sages.
Life's merely the lies of marketeers.
There is nothing that we can call sacred,
Now it seems the profane is glorified.
There's no trace of the radical in art.
It's all elaborate decoration.

Sunday, November 17, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: despair
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