Brutal are the vagaries of life,
Eccentric are out responses,
Outcries over things unfounded,
Coherence, swiftly on the decline.
Sullen is the general populace,
Brooding, the national pastime,
Glowering away for no reason,
Liveliness begins a rapid wane.
Skeptic cynicism abounds,
Fed by an explosion of facts,
Eulogized by men of yore,
Trust is a thing of the past.