Sonnet for the New Millennium

Deep run the roots of insincerity

Nurtured by greed and fed by insatiable lust

For power and the dominance of things.

In the corridors of infamy there ply

The husks of men whose souls have turned to dust,

Where Falsehood crowns himself the king of kings

And the Lord of Darkness walks triumphantly by

As humanity sinks in spiritual poverty.

While the decadent world in sin and error lies

The sages weep and the better angels cry

For the spirit of man and all that suffers and dies.

Yet shall the Force redeem our destiny

Descending with cleansing fire to sweep from the earth

The impenitent, preparing the sacred birth.