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Restricted Life

Human life deserves a platform to unfold
Away from straitjackets of pious scrutiny
Whose eyes, ears and hands feel so cold
They reject freedom and project a mutiny  

Born from the scorn society pours on freedom
Curtailing every progressive move towards expanding
Frontiers of free thought, thought outside the stricture kingdom
Where dissenters earn the label of antisocial branding

Perceived by untested notions whose dubious value
Lies in objecting to new ideas, new approaches
To matters where life suffers because critics with no clue
Claim innovations and expansions in thinking circulate cockroaches

In citadels that preserve culture and tradition
To limit the extent to which inhabitants expand the scope 
Life ought to enjoy without any undue restriction
Imposed by custodians of traditions whose pope

Preaches limitations on abortion and exploration of modernization
In the wake of disruptive technologies    
That spawn conundrums in which efforts of socialization
In traditional societies and African mythologies

Die a natural death
When social media facilitate new ways of communicating and connecting
Whose wealth and health
Diminish and extinguish mores, norms and customs, projecting

Arguments whose cogent basis tenuous at best
Can’t stand reliability and validity 
Scrutiny and which traditionalists attest
Matter to defend the utility and solidity

Archaic notions offer to society’s progress
In which the worth and splendor of life
Matters more than efforts to suppress 
Moves to eradicate and eliminate wife

Battery and slavery in the context of gender based violence
Rife in African townships and homesteads
Where traditionalists promote the importance
Domestic violence plays in subjugating stubborn heads.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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