Nothing is new

Nothing is new
Like the gyrating wheel
loosened slowly, cog less,
rotating towards a point
of slope, inner rhythm sings,
weaves a melody of malady
of times, dark times;
tuned into a cacophony
of dark ages, sin and salacious
Predicament in hooded veil,
facades in multiples thronging
around me, the stentorian
church bell ringing around me
the violated ethos of Yuga
Dharma, how can you expect
Otherwise? My mind re reads
Lady Macbeth, Sampson and Delilah,
close by somebody preaches
Environmental hazards.