Culture

I’ve grown weary of those who claim

A false tense of enlightenment

So bored of vast displays

Of neon pigments and entitlement

For where the fairies walk

And spirit hooded figures talk

I cannot find, cannot divine

Where soul and ego bear to walk…

( in unison )

So permissive is this culture,

That I feel the eyes of vulture

Preying on the weak and un-avowed

In what kind of world is this allowed

(to continue?)

But who am I to question,

The laws, the rites of these transgressions

I am merely just an actor

An inconsequential factor

But I do I dare deny

That in your dogma there’s a lie

For all the glitter in the world

Cannot turn **** into a pearl

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