Are We Conforming
Society’s fiddle is at play
Guiding the moves of all numbed & crude
Hypnotizing & Enticing them in.
No more do we think in unique patterns;
But in synchronized, panic, greeded packs—
Our lives are one.
There is no "I think", but "We think."
Where has morality gone?
Does anyone know Right or Wrong?
Is Justification Good or Bad?
Is Excuse guiding Life’s reason?
Do we know ourselves
Or do we know
only Sight & Sound of Society’s Ballroom Gown?
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
