The crowds have gathered to protest
the state of the world, the inanity of it all.
And they have nothing to say, nothing
at all, making sad statements, static noise.
This is the sad truth about today’s scene,
a mishmash of disorganized criticism,
misplaced anger, rage and
disillusionment and je m’en fous.
Until something binding comes
along — perhaps a working ideology,
or a practical creed, or perhaps the one Ring
to rule them all, against which the mainstream
will unite, applying common sense to
its workings to defeat the forces of
darkness — there will be
no change. No change at all.