Tradition

[vagabond]

I

We’ve killed tradition;
sliced open its throat
Made murder a virtue              i´d want a hint as to in what way murder is glorified
And dignity a sin                     same here, I´d like to know the setting where dignity is sin.
Made colors turn blind
music deaf     maybe  bleach colors, make music silent
literature mute
and the canvas blank          a canvas is blank until it´s made a painting
My heart lost rhythm  
And my speech lost rhyme
My thoughts have derailed
And my senses had dulled
for my ears refuse to hear
That we murdered tradition           
 
II
 
There lays a body
A stiffened corpse
With lifeless eyes
Akin to that of a fish         
Marked like cattle
A card sticking out
Under his left lobe
Labeled “Tradition”
And “Long overdue”          

there are so many different sorts of traditions, as long as the tradition meant in this poem is not more specified the message in my op. is too generalized.
also in many ways tradition has served to inhibit (exaggeratedly put: kill) new developments.
this fact also may be sometimes better, sometimes worse, depending on which tradition, which new development.
 
 maybe that´s just me and it´s better if the reader has the opportunity to find his own images, but i think because the poem gives such a strong opinion you could include some hint (as to which field it is where traditions are killed and how/ by what).