In Times of Madness

In Times of Madness

A Poem by Nolo Segundo

I wrote this poem one day after watching a mass shooting on the news and then seeing an incredibly ugly painting that sold for a fortune. For me it indicates how our society really is going crazy.

In a time of madness,
when insanity is scratched
on canvas by angry painters
and sold for peanuts while
they breathe but when long
dead of too much drugs, then
100 million will go flying away
for a picture without beauty
or humanity or even truth--
for that suicidal artist was
sainted and now sworn by
all the little experts who
happily declare his greatness. 

In a time of madness, how
will the sane find meaning
when art is the emperor
without clothes, baked
and butt ugly but none
dare speak the truth:
that there is no truth,
just anger and hate and
febrile, unfertile ugliness.

In times of madness, people
follow shells, moving voids,
and have burnt all the maps
and squashed every compass.
They follow only one god as
it impregnates them with a
myriad of fears and delusions.

And soon they turn to murder:
a reign of terror, a pogrom,
civil war, a genocide... or
a simple push of the button.

© 2017 Nolo Segundo

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Added on November 29, 2017
Last Updated on November 29, 2017


Nolo Segundo
Nolo Segundo

Philadelphia, PA

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