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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.

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