Stone of Culture
- avickymo
- Apr 22
- 1 min read
Voices grow hoarse
Seeking for change
There’s progress
And then there’s tradition
Written in the early mud banks
Where humans first slithered out of the sea
Caked dry and cracked
Baked under years of sun
Petrified to stone
Not you nor I
Could chisel change
Even if it says
I’ll end up like my mother
Even if it says
My destiny is by another
So these words
Replace my lost voice:
Please please please
I beg you
Take me to the sea
Leave my children free
The stone of culture
Will be broken by me
Let that be my legacy.
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