An unpleasant echo

citizens abandoned light, to populate the cave, forbidden fruit just tasted right, before an early grave, passionate palms kept pitchforks thrusting, feeding the fires rage, clocks were constantly adjusting, to a new day and age, starving children filled their fists, with ballpoint pens and paper, editing their Santa lists, hoping to score a savior, elderly couples crowd their porches, outnumbered by gray hairs, watching scarecrows taste the torches, of their wasted prayers, Apocalypse or April fools, faithful or a fad, either way bless Gary Jules, this world is truly MAD,