How safe do we really wish to become?
Surely, yearning for safety from some things
Seems natural, rational and wholesome;
But too loudly and often, alarms ring!
New ideas, new words, provocative art
Dissent, disagreement, otherness weird;
All of these will assail each mind and heart
And none of them ought ever to be feared
Nothing feels safer than smug ignorance
What is more comfortable than routine?
If we always perform the same, stale dance
We will all move like parts of a machine
Comfort and safety and the status quo
Promote mere stasis; don’t we wish to grow?
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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