poem of the day April 25 

The dard ages

have returned

books banned

Shallow leaders 

soil themselves

to divide settled mountains

by stirring up the meaningless

These growing rivers 

of social influence

carve new paths

into old valleys of hate

God seems

to be a prize 

fought over

by waves of

reinforced followers

blindly reaching for

shiny righteous buttons

handed out

by cunning wolfs

bent only on power

disguised as freedom

disguised as goodness

What happens next

depends on you