("Ganesha", 2010, original oil)
A culture is sustained by its traditions And its quality is known by the fruits Of those traditions. We live in a time of change When tradition is challenged and discarded Simply for being traditional. We don’t know what will replace it We just want “hope and change” With blind faith it’ll be better. But that’s not the way civilizations are built That is how they are destroyed. When the bottom falls out Morals are abandoned Values are reversed The baby is thrown out And the old dirty bathwater consumed As if nectar. Then drunk on delusion The revelers cry When in the morning The large, shiny Trojan Horse is empty And it’s clear their life will never be the same. (8/30/26)
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