This poem resonates with just the kind of rantings I have, observing how this Facebook generation has been trying to drastically alter society. When I say Facebook generation, I do not just mean people hanging in FB. Of course there are plenty of good reasons why people do that these days. But beyond that are things more important to consider and reflect upon like how narcissistic this present generation has turned out to be. Notice the thin, almost invisible line, between sharing and showing off. Indeed there is life outside of this virtual society, where the temptation of looking out instead of looking in is just way too powerful. Outside of it are realities untouched, waiting to be explored, waiting to be revealed so that in turn can reveal something about ourselves.
In the shadow of the night a brave heart is illumined
By the beatings it has gotten it may seem just ruined
And by the light of the day, all its tears may be enough
As to carry on with duties in loving souls so tough.
It is, indeed, no king in the throne that it occupies
But it always stands for truth amidst those embedded lies
How tough is tough, when the world’s impervious to brokenness
When all it seeks to desire is the short-lived happiness?
In the shadowed night this heart crawls to make a hurtful stand
To bring us some dignity the world has seemed to have banned
Of morals, the youth, they all just seemed to have forgotten
All dignity and honor, they thrashed, they have been rotten.
What this heart often sees is the crumbling of our being
With morals and desires, they’re entirely disagreeing
You, of low reason and of little faith go on ranting
Assassinating souls, gaining the world with your slanting.
Look straight ahead, you’ll find your heart is plainly sinuous
Your ways are wicked, sly, insidious, disingenuous.
You fly with a company with morals of a housefly
Putrid reputation, you take evil for an ally.
Heart, come survive in the hateful shadowed repugnant nights
Choose, cull, designate, prepare heavily for roguish fights
Time shall come when the curtain of deception shall take fall
You might still be around to claim that you have won it all
Bruised, weeping heart in the illumined morals of the night…