Pessimistic

[Clay MacDonnell]

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

[PrinceMyshkin]

Witty, but the rhymes came to be something of a distraction.

[hillwalker]

I agree - the rhyme seemed to control your choice of words by the end... to the point where sense became secondary to form :

what have we left in its airy sway

is a perfect example.

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[Delta40]

I'm not into many rhyming poems but I didn't mind it so much in this poem. I would personally delete the last two lines and end on and what have we left on its airy sway?

[Buh4Bee]

Be gone with it!!!