A cloying sadness achingly pervades 

Once more the world is tethered to

A scene of tragic consequence 

The players in extemporaneous 

Brazen monologues shout 

Calls that  loose heinous 

Creatures bent on mindless chaos

In the name of visions long lost

To yesterday’s dreams of a

Utopia that never was

Such sadness would be heroic

If only it were noble but it is 

Tawdry for it is indelibly stained

Deluged in lies and calumny  

a stock In trade of him 

who would be king

But is in fact a con.