Society's Bane (Emancipation Day)

Society's Bane (Emancipation Day)              March 6, 2006 (Revised on October 5, 2013)

The pain you breathe

Is the pain you take.

The pain you seek

Is the pain you wreak.

O'!, But how could you,

How could you do this to us?

I don't think anyone

Can or shall forgive you

For the pain you conceived:

Society's bane.

You ate that fruit
From the tree,

And doomed are we

To a lifetime of pain.

Babies always cry,

People in the middle riot,

And the sick and elderly

Die and rot.

It's all your fault

For all you wrought,

Society's bane.

It has taken

Untold thousands of years

To begin to reestablish

The concept of nudity

As little more than beauty,

Yet still, fanatics say

We should remain

In the olden day,

The dark ages, ice ages,

Whatever you want to call them.

We must have sex

To procreate mankind,

And yet the feeble minded

Insist upon claiming

The method and its variants

Are inherently evil:

Society's bane.

Are we simply to sit

And wait solely upon

The Second Coming?

Are we to wait by idly

As we continue to suffer

Through conflict and strife?

Is there not something
Out in the hinterlands,

My friends and gentry,

That is, for us, worth saving?

I don't know, but I shall say,

And that is I am tired

Of living through another day of gray,

A night of fiery skies,

And grounds which scream bloody murder.

Where is the peace we seek

And of which God hath been preaching?

This day, this emancipation day,

Should come soon,

As we should be freed

From the stigma of sin:

Society's bane.