Poem

New Age

By Kon Eme

It sits before us; broken, 

In all its forgotten splendor.

It sits before us; forsaken,

In all its diminished wonder. 

Why do we see its jagged cracks,

And the grime it hides underneath.

Why do we see it’s broken back,

And the scars beneath its naked feet.

What happened to the golden age,

What happened to the sun.

What happened to the righteous rage, 

Where have those days gone?

The times of old have come and gone, 

As they are known to do. 

A new age comes to us unborn,

And we start to build anew.