I tried to make my poem convey my own philosophy against tradition, stagnation, and traditional ideas of beauty.

My first line was to suggest the idea of tradition. The next two were to simply state what value is in my philosophy, beauty. The next line is meant to establish what the tradition is: that value and the meaning of life was to find happiness and find love, in the nuclear family sense. The next few lines discard that tradition as antiquated and inadequate.
Then follows tradition's reaction of anger, appeal to authority, ultimately revealing an unfulfillment with their life. This I think conveyed a decent amount about my philosophy's advantage over tradition in that it provides a reason to live: tradition is all about keeping things the same. But the ultimate constancy is death, it is permanent and won't change post-mortum. This is the unfulfillment in tradition's philosophy.