Upheaval

Vanquished dreams
crash and burn upon
time’s barren field.
The yield of a lifetime
is one half pound
of effort and a few
precious ounces of
success.
At the end, is anyone
remotely satisfied
with the frantic waste
that was the last 26,280
days?
The best minds
of our generation
rot before the alter
of Yahweh or the
wide screen TV.
2000 years waiting
in vain for the next
Messiah to save us
from the doldrums
of mediocrity.
Nietzsche understood
and it drove him mad.
Is that what it amounts to?
Boredom or insanity?
Ah man, what vanity
has led thee to this place
of desolation?