In the pulling tide of time
we seemed to lose perspective.
Visionary acumen appeared
to drift away.
In the threatening twilight,
hiding now our sole objective,
voices sought out silence
although much was left to say.
As bullet shots and microdots
created their own language,
a media hypnosis
cast a pall across the land.
Those within could bask in sin
while those without must anguish.
Someone pulled the plug
on this utopia we planned.