The zeitgeist

So this is what we get
Our journey’s final station
Jettison all our worries
And bask in a new-forged fiction
Reawakened simple hopes
for a long forgotten vision 
Martyrs traitors and saboteurs 
Are the resurrected prohibition

I've tried so very hard now
To understand why
Lies may have won the battle
but truth is not a lie
It’s too late to back out now
We’ve drifted far from shore
Box up all your dreams and hopes
You won’t need them any more

A bleak grey morning after shame
to last a generation
Outlaws are now in charge
As we slowly cease to function
Long forgotten grudges
yield to a dazed boredom
A stranglehold on us all 
for we are held to ransom