On this day the Earth is shrouded in cold,
With lack of respect for culture and laws,
Today when honour can be bought or sold,
Are we to be clamped by society jaws?
Now acceptance controls thy delicate life,
Thou art a social creature after all,
But struck in the back by many a knife,
Is a wicked fate that most shall befall.
The people on this day are vain at best,
With surgery and mirrors and flashes,
But take heed of thy organ in thy chest,
And judge not who hast the longest lashes.
I doubt my words shalt tunnel through thy brain,
But know that bright light is purely a train.