Sonnet of Traditions

Society must shed its dead traditions,
Like one sheds dead skin.
Anything that lives must evolve,
For stagnation is death's twin.
The difference between life and death,
Lies in the desire for evolution.
Fancy rags on a prehistoric mind,
Makes way for a horrific extinction.
Other animals lack brain power,
To overcome shortcomings and be better.
But the jelly inside the human skull,
Can take us on an endless adventure.
All that is old is not necessarily gold.
Accepting yesterday’s good move ahead bold.
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Published on October 12, 2021 15:20 Tags: evolution, ignorance, orthodoxy, prejudice, progress, rigidity, social-reform, sonnet, superstition, traditions
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