Friday, September 5, 2014

A Sonnet on Tradition

Again, feel free to take offense, but no spewing hate! :)

Sacrifice to the fire,
Lest the Gods get angered.
No, choose the God you desire,
There is no one standard.

Dare not touch his body,
For he is a lowly outcaste.
Why, your mind is so shoddy,
You belong only in the past.

Throw her into the pyre,
For her man is now dead.
A thought like that is dire,
Again, she can simply wed.

One woman and one man,
All else should be banned.
Ha, walk down the aisle, he can,
Holding his husband's hand.

Fluid, you are, causing many so much dismay,
Grasp you, they want to, yet you flow away. :)

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