A subtle shout,
Sinks in with a dutiful doubt.
Born amidst
Complexity and confusion
Sits silently
Trapped in devotion

Each day,
A struggle to escape,
To question, to rant;
Yet well-learnt words,
It will continue to chant.

Numbered years it lives.
Choosing to constrain,
And reform to what it has been taught.
Dancing to traditional notes
As those before it,
When to sing it’s own, it could have fought.