Modernity?

Pardon my nativity,
Am a village born with less creativity,
But alas i know a rose,

Yes yes yes my friend,
Modernity perceives me as such a foe,

But then would i be wrong,
If at such i say she looks like a crow,
Painted on a dampened wall?

Her eyes shaded,
Her lips duracoated,
And oh those Dumu-zas sheets on her head,

She dresses like a camel,
Bracing for a sandstorm,
She walks like a hyena,
And talks like a hurt dog,

City girl they say,
City trends they say,
City life i hear,

Civility....
If such is...
Uncivilized i remain.....
The village boy,
The village bred...
Yes i the villager....