Old Poem, New Meaning

I ran across this poem called Return to the Church by Gertrude Von Le Fort, a German woman. While she was not writing about the political situation of today, she easily could have been. Decide for yourself-

Who shall deliver my soul from the words of men?
From a distance they are clarion-calls, but drawing close they turn to an idle tinkle.
They advance with banners and pennants but when the wind rises their brave show is scattered.
Harken ye loud and presumptuous ones, wind-strewn children of your own caprice:
We are parched beside your well-springs, we are starved by the meat you offer us,
We have grown blind by the light of your lamps.
You are like a road that leads nowhither, like so many small steps taken around yourselves.
You are like a driving flood, the sound of your gushing is forever in your mouth.
You are the cradle of your own truth, tomorrow you shall be its grave.

Socialists, communists and progressives are speaking fine words while stealing freedom from us. They are as Shakespeare said, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. What they plan will bring all to starvation and death in the end. There is no progress to be had following them. They feather only their own nests, robbing from everyone to do it. They think that they can determine what truth is but their "truth" leads nowhere, the reality of it is death to all who believe in it.