A twisted kerfuffle, a raucous ruffle
A pile of trash this modern sensibility!
No man's treasure but a trove of vice
My prayers for the death of credibility!
One suffers to be judged by meekness,
Another relative value, once called weakness
All structure, knowledge, certainty, torn away!
and what have we left in its airy sway?
Nothing. Make it new they say!
Those impotent assassins of yesterday