Cassandra (a poem inspired by Facebook)

Like the sod plied with poison

and cut, burning more fuel

than whole nations of people consume

for sustenance,

your words are tyranny,

a consensus

of silence.

What do you know about this world?

What raging rivers of thought

flow untold, major rivers

not reaching society?

Your world will come undone,

the river of Progress shall cease.

There is nothing that can be done,

to make it flow again,

but to cease to control.

Platitudes and homilies will not suffice.

To know thyself is not

to rely on another's word;

To be skeptical of all

who claim Authority,

is first, foremost.

False media prophets proliferating, especially those

speaking of Economy

and God.

The separate, orphaned children 

of Aristotle, Augustine, Descartes and Hobbes,

the purveyors of shall not, think not, question not

merchants of domination, destruction and death,

boogeymen making boogeymen

for you to rail at,

gnashing your teeth,

those insatiable, all consuming.

There is hardly a man or woman alive

who believes they have enough,

that there are limits. The many,

every one,

shall visit upon this earth, and witness,

horror unimaginable.

Just know,

those who see,

despised, ignored

reviled, who know beauty,

who know abundance -

they are blessed among the gods.

[These words shall not be understood by many,

it is decreed.]