Cultural value, a poem.

Cultural value. 

A poem in five verses by Douglas Lonie

There was a (let’s say ‘young’) man from Dundee

Who spent years figuring out what could be

The impact of a song

Or heading along 

To a play, performance or gallery

And while he was thinking this through

With data and equations anew

It suddenly dawned 

That something was wrong 

With the asking of what, why and who

For culture you see, hear and touch

Is often, or always, as such

Considered a balm

A salve or a psalm

For being a human, a crutch

Regardless of genre or type

For the human condition it’s ripe

It’s what makes us, us

And that’s why we must

Stop all this ‘what value?’  tripe

So looking ahead can we say...

Let’s all be merry and gay

For culture’s a lark

An inextinguishable spark

It’s how humans communicate with each other and make sense of the world and their emotional responses to it. This clearly has a huge amount of value and is totally fine.