My Modern Society

I live in a modern society
of perils and incessant wars
which question the soul's worth
and make the godly the foolish.

I live in a modern society
where they tell you to be yourself
and then haunt you for being born,
or worse, ridicule your being.

I live in a modern society
where glossy doctored magazine
images turn women into goddesses
and lead other women into futile strife
for perfection.

I live in a modern society
heading for disaster masked as civilisation
without considering its old values
which it now selectively holds.

I live in a modern society
of foreign ideals which are kept
at sickening half-baked length
towing away my local philosophy.

I live in a modern society
that hates me and my guts,
that wants to kill me at all cost
but with my oblivious consent.

I live in a modern society
in which I have no president,
paper politics and empty theatrics
engender the leaders' lifestyles
and the hungry me suffers.

I live in a supposedly-modern society
of primitive and archaic sentiments
skeletoned by jungle-justice
that is both physical and religious.

I live in a modern society
of nudity, hypocrisy, corruption,
vulgarity, heresy, and spiritual death
none of which you are exempted.

I live in a modern society
where the abortion of the foetus
of your culture's traditions reigns
and you slowly drown in the nefarious
ugliness of it all.