Taboos, the rules we dare not break,
The lines we fear to cross or shake,
Imbued with power, they define our fate,
And shape our behavior, both small and great.
From ancient cultures to modern times,
Taboos have been woven into our minds,
A web of restrictions that binds,
And separates us from what we find.
In some cultures, it's taboo to speak,
Of the dead, lest their spirits seek,
Retribution for the living who break,
The sacred bond that their memory makes.
In others, it's taboo to touch,
Or even gaze upon, someone too much,
Lest the eyes or hands become a crutch,
For desires that society deems too much.
And then there are taboos of the body,
Of the sexual kind, that can make us gaudy,
Restrictions on what we can and cannot do,
Based on a morality that may not be true.
Yet, despite the power they hold,
Taboos are not always what they're sold,
For what is taboo in one culture may be bold,
In another, a norm, to have and to hold.
And sometimes, taboo is used to control,
To stifle ideas, to crush the soul,
To maintain the status quo and uphold,
The power of those in charge, so bold.
But even as taboos evolve and change,
As societies shift and rearrange,
They remain a force that can derange,
A power that can alter, or constrain.
So let us tread carefully through taboo's gate,
And question the rules that we may debate,
For they can both uplift and castigate,
And shape our world, both small and great.
- Author: Vahi \'Agyat\' (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 12th, 2023 12:48
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Brilliant!
please try to forgive
my overopinionated rant below
(for me, if someone is of an age
to make an informed choice
with a maturity, reducing the likeliness
of them being coerced
and their way of life, does not hurt others
it's none of my business, to judge!
and for those that argue
how their children can be influenced
from simply being exposed to a way of life
however different to their 'prejudicial ideal'
I can only wonder
how little must the child be prepared
for the complexities and diversities
of life
for them to be influenced, by proximity
alone;
if the parents, had armed that child
with the necessary defences
to insure the child is empowered
to make choices
that benefits their life, first and foremost
then they shouldn't have to worry;
it's equivalent to assuming
every kid, will become
a drunken bum after a freshmen, week
in college...)
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