Running on Fumes

Things are not going well for people right now,
Not as a whole. There’s no beacon in the world.
All the faiths and ideologies are old.

You need a new plan for social perfection,
Not because it would work. It would give you hope,
And it might be better, something to work for

More than the current clotted mess of too-crude
Solutions to solutions’ own violence.
Prayer and fears of the end spin old news again.