Two Thousand and Eleven

Just in time to see the new century
Breaking into hope and commitment
Sweeping the deadwood of the past
And bringing the fresh purity of dawn,

But seething resentment of yesterday
And a few architectural faux pas,
Of colonial gung-ho and modern progress
From North Africa to the Far East,

Play back the Fanonesque world
Where language morphs into tacit culture
And civilization props upon syntax
To subvert daybreak into darkness.