Thoughts On Modernity Poem by P.R Deltoid

We are all ghosts-
ignorant to the hegemonic gravity of absurdity
pacing the tedious even steps of silent mediocrity
de-programmed and unable to think independently
comfortably adapted to the apathy of the silent majoritydevalued and de-spiritualised by love of fiscal idolatry
slaves to the spurious regime of superfluous technology

We are slow ticking time-bombs and expendable commodities
tick…tick…tick..................tick
Sold out out of our Nitzschean possibilities -
by the dream of the unobtainable
-a corrupt Platonic idealism
re-packaged and re-sold to us as realism.
Borrowed straight from the pages
of celebrity veneration,
mainlining the tattered egos
of an uninspired generation.

This is the insipid legacy of our commonplace modernity
where FEAR is the world's single most valuable commodity

fear of ageing, fear of loneliness,
fear of imperfection,
are your whites whiter than white on critical inspection?
Are you losing sleep over the speed of your broadband connection?
Whilst virtual discourse breeds cold emotional disconnection.

So excuse my self-indulgent sardonic reflection,
I'll take love, I'll retrospection.