A New Age
-Mridara

A million masks all around.
The unpleasantness sucking away the spark of many souls.
Them who were once as gentle as lambs have grown vicious tentacles.
Darn all this senseless cruelty.
I go to sleep in my cocoon.
This passing bane will ravage everything in sight.
After which everything will be born again.
A new pretentious innocence will dawn, making goodness and truth a fallacy.
Old states are beyond regeneration once the serpent ugliness raised its head in gods benign creations.

The world has evolved to greater heights.
Welcome to this brand new plastic paradise.

- 23 / 8 / 2006