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
Back to Poem-O-Rama