Real Men Dont Cry
SORRY
wen i read an innocent girl raped
for the sake of an old mans lust
lump in my throat then i sob
wen they drop bombs on armless
kids in distant places in the pretext
of patriotism but to accumulate
dirty wealth to rebuild their cities
i do cry sorry
may be i am not a man they say
strong and cold
i take pride in letting my emotions
fly like a butterfly instead of holding
and showing them i am a man
maybe i am not a man they say men
dont cry they need to protect the land
and be cold murderer saving the country
wat is a freaking country
maybe
i dint play with a toy gun chasing my friends
in the back yard shooting practicing to be a man
later to be cold like a stone not crying but killing
they make us puppets you dont know guns for boys
and dolls for girls who makes the rules wat is wrong
if a boy plays with a doll oh girls do gry thats why
real men dont cry
11.09 am
july 21 2016
Copyright © Francis Osho | Year Posted 2016
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