The Purity Patrol

Oh, defenders of purity, so bright,

With your noble quest to shield our sight,

From every hint of skin displayed,

In works of art so skillfully made.

The Venus de Milo, such disgrace,

A statue that shows a woman's grace,

But to you, it’s just obscene,

Something filthy and unclean.

The Birth of Venus, a classic piece,

But to your eyes, it brings no peace,

A painting that should be unseen,

Because it's simply too obscene.

Burn the books, why stop there?

Let’s erase all that's rare,

Destroy the art, smash the stone,

Leave the beauty all alone.

Oh, what’s next in your grand plan?

Shall we ban the thoughts of man?

Wrap our minds in cloaks of grey,

And let creativity decay.

But alas, your fervor won’t suffice,

For art persists, it won’t think twice,

To show the world its naked form,

Unbowed by your cultural storm.

© Susie Stiles-Wolf