POEM OF CONTEMPT . . .
“Tradition”, “cultural diversity”, “respect”, scream those of shallow mind and hollow heart,
Championing the worst brutalities and cruelties as native art.
Shrieks of pain they do not hear, the rupture of stomachs and
Tearing of limbs: the death-agony cry of the unfortunate heart,
The battered dog, the tortured bull - that is their art.
They find “progressives” enough to champion
Their calls of “cultural diversity”, “ethnic rights” and TRADITION !
Above all, do not offend against the latter;
For `tis the sacred word, most holy of holies for the batterer.
Let it never be heard, the historical fact, that progress is made
As bloody traditions are crushed, done away with, die. The blade
Of the gladiatorial fighter, the embers beside the stake.
All were TRADITIONS - let`s then make
Ashamed the masquerade of Oriental hokum
That clothes itself with vile and bloody decorum
In words of “diversity” and “ethnic rights” -
And FOR TRUE PROGRESS, free of tradition, fight !
Anon