An Absurd Age Poem by DM W

O bovine creeds prevail in the ignorant night,
For no one seems able to resurrect the pure light
The keen, noble matadors have gone underground.
It's a world of furious sights and deafening sounds.
Now there is only the shrieking of futile songs.
No one is able to decipher right from wrong.
Flowers and fields are replaced by steel and concrete.
Clowns and jesters proliferate on absurd streets.
In the East and West madmen grow obese with power.
We're drawing near to that dark, fateful hour.