All the Real Men

Where have all the real men gone Those bronzed statues of history past Farrowed, weathered faces of Strong character an morals Big helping, protecting hands Gentle on the child Feathery on the lady, mild Where have all the real men gone None left to teach what’s Best to future progeny Left to be corrupted, By ****, scorn an meth Where have all the real men gone. Those old mates of kinship an friends Fighters of fair an go Ready to jump to help those in need. Defenders of under an dog Where have all the real men gone Just skeletons now Even half, men that were Mouths of talk an nothing more Except to condemn the under an dog Kick them in their lodge Where have all the real men gone Sadly, nevermore Authors note This poem has been censored