A smart young man named Nietzsche said
Just three short words – that ‘God is dead,’
And in his existential woes,
The world seemed full of evil foes.
In this new land of Godless strife,
The Devil earned new lease on life.
Rampage, carnage, wars and conflicts,
Blackened alleys, washed out addicts,
The fear and terror sweeping through
A broken country knocked askew.
In sight as plain as that of day,
Forever drifting out astray,
The natural course of humankind,
This coyness, Marvell, is a crime.
Since Moloch came and never left,
Our instinct tide’s been heinous theft.
We sacrifice our children now
For victory, a hollow vow.
We race right down for our own needs,
Not seeing harms of our foul deeds.
For, Marvell, you deserve this state,
For you have stooped to lower rate.
But at your back you must have heard,
Times wingéd chariot, the absurd.
Though some would think morality
Has disappeared entirely,
Look out and see our destiny,
The path’s not fixed in certainty.
With every move we choose to take,
We have a chance to go remake,
And seize the world to turn it ‘round,
Or see the whole come tumbling down.
With faster pace the world does change,
Just decades past the world was strange.
The grave’s a fine and mighty place,
But don’t abandon without chase.
Now therefore, while the time is ripe,
Go make a change, don’t sit and gripe,
So strike the metal while it’s hot,
For you have only got one shot.
Rather at once our time devour
Than languish in his slow-chapp’d power.
Rome was not built in a day,
So struggle, fight, resist decay.
Before your honor turn to dust,
Go forth and change, do what you must.
Let us roll all our strength and all,
And break the evil, the banal.
For though the tide may never turn,
We’d save the world than watch it burn.
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.
Inspired by Meditations on Moloch