How Do Real Men Die
Blink the eye once,
And many will have died,
with every inhaling and exhaling,
Issues arise daily,
comprising danger than peace,
If only we knew,
'How do real men die?'
is the question at hand,
Privacy is paramount in our day to day life,
but, Spikes be tyrants?
Hell No! 'till never happen,
In grace ladies discriminate men,
With passion rumors pass,
Mounting on chariots of tumors
But still, the question lingers,
Alex thought deeply,
Asking his self to comply with it,
His mama termed him coward,
His wife denied it all,
that the whole story's a lie,
But all came out when he left no comment,
and his children Orphans,
That's when I knew the truth,
That a real man dies,
PROUD!
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