OUTDATED BELIEFS

Our ancestors left us footprints, Not every path deserves our feet, Some roads lead nowhere. They called it tradition, We inherited it without questions, And mistook age for wisdom. They said, “That is how we do it,” As though repetition makes things right, As though time can baptized a lie. A woman was born with wings, Yet they handed her a broom, Then called her place a home. A man was taught never to cry, So he buried pain beneath his chest, And called the grave strength. Children were denied their questions, Because elders feared their answers, And silence became our school. They chained tomorrow to yesterday, Then blamed the young for crawling, When they were born to fly. Some beliefs survived no examination, Only the threat of disrespect, And the fear of being different. We worshipped age over wisdom, Gave foolishness a throne, And called correction an insult. But tell me, what makes a belief sacred? Its truth, or its years? Its value, or our fear? Not every old thing is worthless, Not every new thing is wise, But both must face the light. Let truth question our customs, Let reason challenge our pride, Let progress enter the room. I will not inherit blindness, Just because my fathers wore it, I was born to see. If a belief must break for justice, Let it shatter without apology, No lie deserves eternal life. Tradition should carry our roots, Not bury our future beneath them, We must grow beyond the ground.