They say stand tall but bow
Be proud of who you are
If you are isn't I then you are isn't right
They say make your own way
But stick to tradition
Tradition say follow the path created by the elders
Wise elders
Nobody realizes
Tradition isn't gospel, tradition ain't religion
But we're all blinded by sentiment
And pick tradition on everything
Ignoring the plain truth
That tradition was once words, it was once pronouncements, tradition was just law
Spoken by a man who sat upon a throne,
Probably hated by most while he never did his job,
And took taxes from the small who didn't have enough,
And he sent the young to battle in a war they didn't start
As he sat on his throne in a palace high and mighty
Safe from the war that he didn't plan on ending
At least we can say he got one thing right
Creating new festivals while the pauper's kids died
I see the logic behind it
Tradition is the shit,
I should be devoted
'Cause the man, he was right
The contradiction was wise
Let's follow that tradition because it feeds the starving bellies?
Or it provides for the masses?
I'm sorry,
I cannot compromise
YOU ARE READING
There's method to this madness
PoetryA collection of a few pieces of poetry I've written that I don't mind if you see. A mix of different types of poetry The base image is credited to Tema66 from pixabay. I did add all the lazy effects though