So many times I’ve heard the word culture used and often abused.
I am cultured they say, you are not.
I embrace culture whilst you cannot.
In my culture we do this or that and you do not.
It’s really saying this belongs to me and not to you.
What I choose to do, you should too.
It’s a way of justifying my actions in the face of adverse reactions.
Though there is some truth in what they say, I believe with words they try to play.
For culture is the clothes we decide to wear, its neither here nor there.
It’s really a way of saying, of what I am, I care.
We use the word to define our needs and hope to plant some seeds.
We emphatically convince ourselves it is static but the truth is it can be erratic. If only we knew.
There is nothing wrong with trying to preserve, if more time it truly deserves.
But time waits for no one and in time what I hold true to my heart, from others it will depart.
History, speaks loudly of such things, look at the words we use, the songs we sing, the things we eat, the way we speak.
What defines us is always changing, and so far ranging.
What is a rage today, is another page tomorrow.
Culture to me is a word of division, constantly inspired by revision.
— J M Lysun —
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