Vanishing Vision Poem by Victor Okechukwu Anyaegbuna

How virtuous is this new school fad
That hassles to rethread the rugged path
That delighted us three lives ago?
Even when awesome discoveries
Have changed the rest of the world!
How we all bow to trickery and state power
By the weak and impotent in sway
Elevating middling and greed
To lofty heights that stun privilege.
And adore the Devil's shadows
That seem God but are fraudulent.

I have a vision to return what I got;
If not the whole, at least a part.
Anarchy booms all around in quantum leaps
And sanctity has become the essence of doodles.
I stand awkwardly dwarfed in a virtual world
Looking modestly dazed and astounded
Like a famished lion hunting without paws.

I have watched snails and millipedes
Rise to become powerful predators
That scared even Cheetas and Leopards.
I have seen daredevil mice and rats
Steal and gobble the tiger's food
While the hungry beast only stared and roared.

Amidst this storm, can I save this great passion?
Now that my glimmering white hairs stir motion
Often evoking scorn from even servile scrubs
Erstwhile cultured to lubricate its sublime gloss;
Yet dignity avails no more the hoary ranks,
And babes unborn now play baneful pranks
That oust and batter venerable insight
To keep everyone rigmaroling, affright
In the pig's stye, and hollering, ruthless
In mental dolour; becoming untruth
In the loudest sermons that divine light wets
Along the darkest paths that fly jets
Into the crushing jaws and waiting bowels
Of modern monsters and extinct dragons.

Now that the visionary's rainbow
Is becoming history, harsh and mellow,
And succession has generated a vacuum;
Will this endless void twixt wit and craze
Avail my awesome dream, silent as light,
Even when I can no more beat the drums?