Sometimes...10: (February 2nd,2021) Poem by DM W

Sometimes, I feel like I've been here before, before the walls
Separated dominions of Light, before city - states,
Before verdant Eden succumbed to the darkest of Falls.
I feel like I was born to document these troubled times.
I feel like a prophet devoid of hope and out of season.
O I perceive a world where Nature is now out of joint;
Where the moral centre is missing, where corruption breeds:
The wealthy grow obese as they oppress the downtrodden!
So many don't know the true meaning of communion.
So many are now involved in cynical transactions.
So many merely buy and sell their aimless lives away.
So many are persuaded by tainted information.
So many lack the profound wisdom of ancient sages.
So many refute visions of poetic genius.
So many bless the broken bones of modern art's carcass
So many seem to have much to say, but so few listen
So many are too concerned with the fruit and not the seed.
So many prefer ostentation to inner beauty.
So many are truly ignorant of Love's divine laws.
Sometimes, I feel like I've been here before. I curse the Fall.