Beauty
The truth of beauty
Is in the underlying duty
Form is the birth of function
Removing faults at every junction
Do we need God as referee
When we now have CCTV?
Do we not need religion because
We now have so many laws?
We are so pragmatic
But we’ve lost some magic
Old people die alone
Such a hidden misery grown
We have yet to count the cost
Of the love we have lost