Now is the time to
Talk of the silence engulfing you like grief
Of the random words that wouldn't let you sleep
Till you made sense of them
Of the plight of an ancient civilisation
Scraping and bowing before savages
Of the horror of children ravaged and murdered
Of the atrocity of actors peddling makebelieve offscreen
Of a revolutionary statute we gave ourselves
Being hijacked by counter-revolutionaries
Who believe progress is going back
Talk of time that repeats itself
Of the return of hunger and the death of dreams
Say something too of cockroaches that refuse to die.
