This is no frisson

If a man is untoward to a female;
It sexism still alive?
Ablution the marks of unfairness,
Yet a catastrophe; they still reside.

If dictatorship could be indolent;
Could Hitler haunt once more?
The palpable cycling life,
Singularity once, will differ.

Cosseting adolescent depression;
Should media pay more heed?
Is this figment just evaporating,
Or could this phase be sincere?

Racism faded when King deceased;
Yet you still hear of such prejudice
School girls spat on for defending,
Mockingbirds condemned from bliss.

Extempore bodies mutilated
Life sentence, only thirty years
Should a second chance be awarded,
Or should they rot, without the fears?

Should I continue, rambling on
About why frisson does not last?
But now I tie the knot of complaints
And live inside a naïve mask.