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SOCIETY

Your mindset is like that of a boy
Who has lost grip of the thread to his kite,
But hopes it returns like a dog in the morning.

Adultery is right for men,
Wrong for women.
I keep biting bones in eggs,
And they prick my mouth.

I spit blood not venom,
Though the butterflies in my stomach,
has developed into scorpions,
I reserve my sting
for a last kill like Sampson,
Because society feeds me with poison.

Who taught you a 29 year old lady
accomplishes nothing without marriage?
Why is she castigated,
Her achievements down-looked,
Because a bearded fellow isn't by her side?

Society,
You're a church with a rotten porch,
Termites feed on your wooden pulpit.
The holy bells call with it's clarion voice
from Lucy's strongholds.
The Holy Book teaches treasury,
Silver and gold,
Who'd predict 'Shylock' would succeed 'Aaron'?

Society,
You are the decayed 'Citadels'
Sprouting mushrooms instead of growing fruits,
Who told you knowledge is acquired from school?

Who taught soldiers to be hard
when inside they are soft,
that women should be bought with dowries,
and enslaved in a cell called 'Kitchen'?

Why do you believe
women should be prepared for marriage
And men bred to rule?

Who said men should cut low their hair,
That it is a crime to wear locks,
That tattoos take you to Hell,
Who taught you that shit even exist?

Society,
Look at your court of law;
A tennis court
Where clowns become athletes
And idiots grow grey hairs.
In this setting,
Justice is bald!

Your youths are
healthy criminals and political thugs,
brainwashed by their ancestors,
For mission of vendetta,
They kill each other over petty mints,
And rally in campaigns
as they sell the future of their children,
Priced out of conscience.

Society,
Why do you look at me with disdain,
Because I chose sanity over craze,
Human over religion?

They say I'm drunk.
I'm not high but high because I'm on a flight.
Not plain because I operate on a higher plane,
And this plane will not crash on your plane.

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Comments

your poem speaks volumes about your take on the social stigma and deriding it for influencing the minds..

the flip side though is that lilies grow wildly in swamps...
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raj (sublime_ocean)

I see where you are coming from, but I find it very heavy handed. I understand there is a cultural divide, when I read "That tattoos take you to Hell," I though here it could be said, for many, That tattoos take you to heaven.
"Your youths are
healthy criminals and political thugs,
brainwashed by their ancestors,
For mission of vendetta,
They kill each other over petty mints,
And rally in campaigns
as they sell the future of their children,
Priced out of conscience."
this is my favorite stanza, it has power, it has punch.

T

The most powerful reaction
of mind on mind
is transference of sight

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