We Need More Beauty

Once we created starry nights, and Mona Lisa with smile slight, we covered chapels in heavenly scenes, made David shine in marble sheen. Now our 'art' make good folks scoff, smear **** on paper, then sell it off, mistaken for garbage, devoid of heart; we need more beauty in our art. Once our buildings truly soared, steeples with stained-glass adored, turrets, gargoyles, and balustrades, reliefs and sculptures finely made. Now it’s post-modern eye-sores, and Brutalist crap that folks abhor, Le Corbusier-made ugly things; we need more beauty in our buildings. Our music once humbled the gods, here Mozart and Beethoven trod, here genres rose out of the dust, symphonies of sorrow, love, and loss. Now it’s all the same damn chords, sung by fools who write no words, thuggish rap and pop too slick; we need more beauty in our music. Once we lived by honored codes, built by lessons learned of woe, forged by endless, bloody years, forged to hold off bitter tears. Now it’s all relativistic games, we hate the wise, praise the insane, but amoral words bring costs untold; we need more beauty in our souls. Some wish that beauty did not exist, the mediocre, the bitter, the Marxist. They praise the brutal as progress, they claim the talented ‘oppress.’ These types made nothing glorious, and have no care for such as us, for beauty they care not a whit, but we need beauty, so let’s go make it.