Compulsion


An argument, A statement of weight is,
A rebellion, A questioning of tradition is,
A misled soul, A query of religion is,
Shameless, A thought of inviduality is.

Illusions of free will, necessary they are not,
For blinds us a tinted pane they've built not,
Repulsion turns neutral, rarely is it virtuous.
Oppression decieves as protection, ever is it virtuous?

Years spent in life make the hierarchy,
One of power, one of wisdom,
But just like every other, flaws are obvious.
For changes occur and adaptation's the way,
But, "wisdom" enforces the was to be the way.

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