The Perils of Persuasion

Society is such a simple word,
     Conveying only good things to the ear,
     Imparting nothing that would lead to fear
Or cause a sudden panic in the herd.
And yet, I cannot feel myself assured
     That everything will be serene and clear,
     Free of the sullen look or hidden sneer;
Sometimes a cup is better left unstirred.
We run afoul when first we undertake
     To lead a life unguarded and composed
         Within the confines of the social snare.
In truth, our very nature is at stake,
     For it will never flourish if exposed
         To such a harsh and unforgiving glare.


©2016 Michael Fraley




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