Traditions
In the name of tradition
I slaughter-
I rape-
I plunder-
In the name of tradition
I only exist-
I do not live-
And others’ lives
I pull asunder
In the name of tradition
I am conditioned
To be
Like those who
Came before-
Mere mortals
Who said
Let there be hate-
Then came
The war
And, zombie like,
I follow
This hollow
Tradition
But, if I could reason,
I would ask
Why does this have
to be?
If this tradition
Was begun
By mere mortals-
Then, it could, as easily,
Be changed
By me
If I could reason
Then I would know-
For anything to be
worthwhile
Then,
Everyone must grow-
Differences would be
Encouraged -
Maybe even revered -
Never again to be turned upon-
Never again to be feared
And then,
In the name of tradition,
I would be
What destiny decreed-
That unique person,
The one and only,
Me
