We are swept up and swept along

By currents far too strong

A barrage of events in the river of life

Mindless and bleak, vacant and void

For void is the law of the river

And emptiness the ultimate goal

What hope is there when passion and fire

Hope and joy, art and beauty

Are struggling, drowning

Leaving the meaningless chatter

Of party slogans, hate-filled rants

To surf the currents

Yelling banal victory chants

Is this all there is?

Is this what we’ve come to?

Evil dances on the grave of good

Yelling that wrong is right

Black is white

Is this really the end?

Will we go out with a whimper after all?