Whose fault?
Planning life itself doesn’t guarantee success
The thought of people and culture
Sometimes give me the shivers
The prize of children is indeed not happiness
Certain situations makes one doubt his reality
Questions your believe, your thought and essence
Forced by tradition to get another
For the sake of heredity
That of course, didn’t come with bruises
Some left the other with separated eye sockets
They both loved, but love alone wasn’t enough
To sustain what was inelastic
Couldn’t put up with the shame
Suggested a traditional method
But she was too indulged in her faith
He was left with few options
Then he decided to take the bull by its horn
She couldn’t put up with that and decided to go for the slide
Finally the name is sustained
But at what cost?
Hatred looming behind laughing faces
Yet a plea of peace
Whose fault?
Tradition or choice
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Author:
Precious Chukwudi (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem was born from the tension between tradition and choice, the quiet wars fought behind closed doors when love meets expectation. It reflects on how culture can both preserve and wound, and how, in trying to do what is “right,” we sometimes lose sight of what is humane.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Laws are not ethics and morals are not always right. Culture sets the rules. Well done
Truly, culture sets the rules more often than we admit.
The real problem starts when you begin to outgrow it.
Then the choice is to change it, accept it or find another culture
True, though each option comes with its own price.
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