Perdition

No pride any more
In the old things
In the decent things
In tradition

No love for England
The old England
Of gentle country ways
When the plebs knew their place

Only rap music
Pounding like voodoo
Bringing the country
To multicultural perdition.

About This Poem

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Country/Region: England

Favorite Poets: Favourite poets include Siegfried Sassoon and (obviously) Shakespeare. I quite like Charles Bukowski too even though he was a bit plebeian.

Comments

I cannot accept that pop

I cannot accept that pop music of any sort is "art" in any meaningful sense of that word. Nor do I think that rapsters/rappers would call what they perform as "art". Is "I'm a celebrity get me out of here" art? I think not!

I can assure you that neither

I can assure you that neither racism nor hatred of any sort was implied. I am sorry we have squabbled and suggest we just agree to differ on what is art and what is not art - we will never agree, its seems. I can see that maybe I shouldn't have singled out rap for criticism, maybe I should have said pop instead.