New Middle Ages 

Back in the dark ages again,
The shimmer of enlightenment
Has been extinguished.
To leave the world dark and misty,
In fog that never goes away,
With no choices,
But to crawl along in mud.
The understanding once attained,
Is weak and feeble now.
Abused in all the decadence,
Of body and mind and spirit.
Mossed and weeded over,
A tarnished and tattered ideal.
The rust came tided in,
On the backs of simple things;
The obscurity in a language,
The confusion of ideas,
The desperation of a need,
And women who think of England,
Before they think you.
And here now,
Among the large and sickly pools,
To float about in emptiness,
Again among the drift,
Feeding upon on the tainted meat,
A lamprey in the puddle.