I watch in silent terror
As the world shift in error
The past is no more a manor
All the past is a harbour
Fathers are romancing our daughters
Culture is now a taboo to 'our' mothers
Taboo is trending fashion
Terror is a sneering giant!
Taboo is trending thoughts
People don't value stranger's again
Marriage is lesser than dating
Friendship is fetish
Hate devalues love
Pearls and diamonds of character
Is less rewarding than lies and banter
Wickedness is pride
Rape is weather forecast
The past is a taboo
Poor people are treated like baboons
Chased across lagoons
Relationships are for benefit
Liars are rewarded
Robbers are no longer degraded
Truth is punished
Friendship is full of suspicion
Good deeds are judge for selfish reasons
Like children courting anarchy
And smiling innocently to their tragedies
I feel the agonies of the past
The snowball of revolution
The past doesn't change
It is written in bricks
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