The Modern Monster
The Modern Monster At times, I become scared; I find my shadow a ghost; Modernity has indeed dared Too much due to its boast. I fail to recognise The face in the mirror; I fail to patronise Myself, full of horror. Wherever I put my glance, I find all things banal; Lunacy seems to dance, Throwing muck from the canal. Life’s become full of decay; In fact, it’s growing on and on; Nights seem brighter than a day; All morality has gone, aye, gone. Whenever I become nostalgic, The rugged reality hurts even more; I do feel, find life tragic And become wounded and full of gore. The wind has been full, too full, Full of venom everywhere; The social greyhounds drool, yes, drool; Peace becomes too much rare. Ethics have departed long ago; And we applaud sometimes! How? This life is a truly tragic show That is going on so well now. How can we become so devoid? T...