I Hate the Tastes of the Populous

I hate the tastes of the populous
So I follow my muse where she leads me.
I see a wicked man cannot believe in God
But a righteous man cannot but help proclaim the name of Jesus.

Wherever I go, I see in people's heart a light
And the older they get, the more it dims.
It's like when a young maid loses her virginity
A dark frown furrows her brow.
Her glow becomes dim
And her inner light ceases to shine.
Or a young man who has heart and courage
And is like a lion, without knowledge of a woman
When he enters into her, he too loses that innocence.

Virginity ought to be prized,
As once it's gone, it never ceases to be a vapor.
Yet, a woman who was molested does not cease to be a virgin.
She is not consenting, yet I do see she loses some of her inner light.
Not for what she had done, but for what she had done to her.
And it is a shameful thing among the sons of men.

Yet, I also see men caught in a summary offense
Whom having offended the virgin they had deflowered
Be accused of committing a more heinous crime.
For a fifty dollar fine, they find themselves shackled.
I do not say it is injustice, for the woman ought to have been married
And her lost virginity cries out to her
Though many women pretend like it is not so.

I look also to the wind, and see change comes
To correct bad behaviors of the past.
What looks wretched and tyrannical
Is actually a chain which binds evil nations.
It wraps around them, and it chokes out the sin;
And while we all suffer for a while because of it
Soon, it is better left that sex be for a married couple
And for procreation. For, the nude show of woman's skin
Is something she does feel guilty for,
And though she shows her breezier at work
The men who stare at it are condemned.
And that whip chastises them,
Yet the lack of love in her life chastises her.
For all had been exposed for the purpose of vanity
And still, that vanity cannot hide its shame.

So, I look to the current age and say,
"Is it that I must suffer too?"
And the answer is yes.
For a short time, and then it will pass like a raincloud.
Yet, the dark storm is wrought by God
To correct our foul notions.