The Big Wet in the Middle of the New Fade

the bigger picture is of a wasteland
where the best of us wander in search
of purpose, our best talents spoiled
by the jealousies of others and
an indeterminate disaster of the past
clouding the present and future,
something everyone knows
but refuses to acknowledge
because it's too damn obvious
that many don't even recognize
it anymore, where shamans are
shackled, politicians once more
believe themselves to be gods,
and caravans lead to an oasis
of hope in the middle of the desert,
where there is no rain