The Great Gatsby: A poem 

Going morally declinative can decrepit the structure 

of civilisation’s soul such that nothing embraces 

dignity in a degenerate edifice that man builds purely 

for acquisition and not for dignified presence. You can  

see that too much overambitious zeal can only cause 

obtuse evil to flourish while intelligent soulful righteousness 

can be rendered dysfunctional. It is not as if religious pulpits 

are a vestige of the morality of humanity, but it is the transcendental  

personal virtue of belief that delivers the character of honest 

disposition of society. Education can be a folly if it only 

endeavours to create knowledge without spirit. And any endeavour to 

obtain without an altruistic capacity to materialise that the deserving should get  

what they deserve will only fall to degenerative mode, when evil begins 

to make the misdirected dispensations. We live among many fallacies; among the most  

prominent is the power given to the media to deface, devolve, discredit, 

disarm and disembody without a clarity of its own maxims and principles. 

None should be allowed to sit in judgement when they are themselves 

circumspect of mighty corruption. Make or break is the subject of both 

convenience and connivance in this world today. There are imperialists 

who have devoured innocent blood and gotten away with it! Are we here 

to calumnise the brave and bolster the treacherous, so that justice to long 

suffering victims is never undertaken! Our society languishes in the unpardonable 

wasteland of such ungenerous rip-offs of humaneness. Peace in the coitus of 

criminals is worse than a war that seeks to demolish corrupt establishments! 

We need political cognoscente not degenerate self-seekers as leaders! 

We must uphold gallant Nietzscheism rather than Freudian simplifications 

and obtuseness of human character. Jay Gatsby is an overachieving mechanism  

of incorrigible bootlegging of the heart of human nature. He rides on  

the back of victims whose flesh and bones give his impregnable id gratification. 

And he conceals his greed in his contrived murders of humaneness 

and his display of wealth. Who bemoans that truth and justice are a failure  

that make Jay Gatsby arrive at his self-centric splendour of egotistic infamy? 

Why does everyone applaud him to his pedestal(?); while the hero is sacrificed 

at the altar of iconised societal Hedonism! Deucalion will never be an upright story  

that manifests out of the derogation of civilisational spirituality and soulfulness!