My innate soul is captured in the midst of a melancholy society
gone corrupt by the flawless plastic faces,
plastered on the billboards,
living in our magazines.

Is this society in which I dwell too superficial,
to even realize that everyone is
simply ravishing, delightfully beauteous and handsome?

Why do we surrender to our aesthetic tastes?
Why do we not rebel against this unjust world?
Why don’t we refuse to succumb to others’ closed minds,
that fail to interpret the true splendor of everyone around us?

Why,
I ponder as I stare out my darkened window,
can’t we be happy with what we are?
I am positive it would be a splendid contrast to the somber copies
that drearily live an uneventful pattern of regression.

We the people of this place called Earth,
in order to form a world of ecstasy,
establish equity,
insure unrequited allegiance,
provide for the grotesque people,
promote originality,
and secure the pulchritude of the world to ourselves and our prosperity,
do ordain and declare that we must find the strength and character to become beautiful.

A/N: Help! Please review! I feel that the ending of my poem is horrible. Well, what I mean is, it really does not fit with the poem even though I think it is the best part. Ok, that doesn’t make sense, but if you have any suggestions please let me know. Give lots of constructive criticism and let me know what you think.

For those of you that didn’t catch on (I am sure most of you did), the last stanza is based on the preamble of The US Constitution. Even the syllable count is the same (it was hard though!)