Illustration reference: "After the Ball" (1899)
by Ramon Casas y Carbo
Tis ennui mid-summer style
Though sun doth shine, bare breaks a smile
The world on fire, towns under water
Civility on edge does totter
The future bleak as often happens
When those in charge with gums a-flappin’
Say “Look over there! Don’t watch me here
Do not believe your eyes nor ears!
There’s naught to worry, all is fine!”
While precedent proves they be lyin’
My senses are so overwhelmed
What yet awaits? No one can tell
Will there be world for kith and kin?
Or even one worth living in?
Will care be given when I’m prone?
Or will I suffer all alone?
Content the one who says no prayer
Who knows tis fruitless, no one’s there
To bring contentment where be none
So soothe yourself and then be done…