Strong and stable, a feeble label
For the fable that marks the surge of
Mediocrity, as all one can hope for.
A culture abased by fearful arms,
The desire for maternal warmth
Is compromised for a fog of short-sighted ease.
Seeking refuge in the surface that aims to please
Though a substance that monitors our weaknesses
And ignores the pleas of suffering
Over the dense air that falsely divides us.
Those who cause pain are pained
Her state of mind echoing that of western disorder
Rewarding the novelty, scathing the truth.
Let forgiveness be our saviour
For what is born in love ends in love
For the many and the few.