Preach

They preach, laying the rules before me:

My appearance, my words, my soul, my occupation

should fall in line with their “high” expectation

or the hell will rain on my deity head –

Thou who reject our law will be dead.

I have no choice but to paddle in the shit-sea

listening to the voices barking with no restriction

and gobbling the weak to sustain their cruel ambition

confusing the masses and inspiring dread

by taking away every possible safety net.

Family, education, dreams and aspirations aren’t to be

Unless they are following the perfect pattern

that in the long run designed to cripple and shatter.

The society teaches: be like us or fear rejection,

Well, duh! But, fortunately, I’m fine without affection.

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