We dreamed a sacred dream, began a noble path— these things aren't as they seem— I hear the nightmare's laugh! What was of best intent— an honest lie, we said— our souls forever bent. What horrors we have bred! Not saviors, we're not gods; we're less, even, than men. We aspire to be frauds. Far worse! We're CNN.
Poem: The Nightmare’s Scream
Tale Told 