Ruins Poem by John Sensele

Cut through the noise
Blunt trinkets and toys
Slice through hurdles
Collect and protect medals
Shunt aside hordes of midgets
Marvel at the wonder of widgets
But elevate the primacy of brains
Regardless of much nonsense rains
To the delight of small minds
Meandering on surfaces of rinds
Discarded for lack of credible quality
Concealed in the paucity of humility
Sorely lacking in generations lost
Whose obsession circulates on the coast
Where ignorance is bliss
No matter the bitter taste of a Judas kiss
Planted on a cherubic cheek
In parlance that sounded Greek
As I awoke
Dreams going up in smoke
Informing me paradigms had shifted
Away from the grip of the gifted
The future snatched by a pack of parasites
Devouring the fabric of intelligence in several sites
Where libraries lay in ruins
And imposters anointed cantankerous queens
Who preached the gospel of fanaticism
In a cult of cynicism and scepticism.