Face To Face With Civilization

What that she-wolf in the raw 

What she wears 

Leaves nothing 

To the imagination

And that nude wild tigress of decadence 

Comes dancing to me

Dragging between her teeth 

The wounded bird 

Of civilisation 

Gasping for breath

At its last legs;

Something that once began 

And has got to have 

Its ultimate doom;

For the beginning 

Ultimately leads to a precise end. 

The patient of the old order

Died having suffered multiple injuries 

Both in his interior and exterior.

The new order plods the Earth 

Carrying the heavy load of stark anarchy;

Family is a helpless joker;

Children follow their vile dirty parents

Who backed by safe and salacious laws,

Under the cloud of misconceived liberty, 

Don't hesitate to swap partners.

The coming generations 

Can hardly trust the contents 

Of our sacred texts of yore,

When humanity 

Might have turned 

Into a jungle of call girls and gigolos;

Children will indulgently ride

The horses of open pornography 

While dirty brazen videos 

Will walk holding umbrellas 

Of brutality and beastliness

Over their heads for full protection.