OUR SOCIETY

Our society has painted it's mark indelibly,
And deeply curved itself onto our future.
Our society has built itself on the idea of lust,
Watered our brains with it's desire,
And cultured our growth on it's glorification.
So we live to lust.

Music, our most powerful conveyer of cultural growth speaks not less,
Over perfectly formed beats, lust is proudly preached,
Our media, confidently share the gospel in tune,
So we praise these songs' _'perfect'_ words,
And encourage our own to sing along,
Actively inviting their minds into this sea we drown in.

We keep scores of our lustful exploits,
And with them seek superiority,
We brand the less lustful less mature, less normal,
We build a culture where even infants appreciate lust,
So I blame neither the clothes we wear nor the thoughts we conceive,
Or how our bodies react to it,
Because it has been hot wired into our system,
I know, I sound weird because we believe our actions are our own personal choices,
But do we notice that those very actions define our immediate society?

I'm not a pessimist, neither do I aspire to be one,
But how can a society learn to grow when it's primary desire is so vain?
We can recreate our culture,
We can choose what to share more,
How to act more.
We can choose.

By: Allan Irrow