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Making of the Hero

In hopes of reconciliation
Many times
I bore recriminations
For my rights
For silly things
No matter how much esteemed
In the craftiness of perverted selves
Though they pummeled me
Have never made me groan
As much as the lost of friendship
For which I sacrificed sense
And counterarguments
In vain
Against the stereotype
Of male despondency,
Against the hero's making
In the contradiction of his morality.

The strong man
Cannot break the silk web of mothers' dream
We the rotten corpse on fields of war
The great actors in stages
Of hunters' economics or the gatherers' politics
We the promulgators of great laws
Have only transformed a scripted memory
Written with mothers' tongue
And the facade of lamb's innocency.
So the strong man flutters
With the fragility of a butterfly
Caught against the image of the fruit.

Do you know what that means for fathers,
What it means for husbands and sons
What it means for boys
Bruised and bleeding but cannot cry
I loved that heroic picture still
The strong man carrying the world alone
But O what culture induced lie
Made us suffer so
When we are only pitiful flesh with a prop of bone?
We compare gifts on father's day
Christmas, and anniversaries
And smile that we are always left behind
And in silence
Take the status of lovers as rewards.

I have drones
Emasculated in embrace
And know
Only scorpions and salmons
Make the same sacrifice
Some say for children
Some say for genes perpetuity
It matters not the reasons
The lover is a special hero
And all his life
From battle front to cross
Make him such an other centered 
Pin cushion
Always needling for reconciliation
Sewing atonement to his heart
The perfect fabric of the sinner
And I for this, in this tradition 
Bears the vilification
For the fruit of good intention.

Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2009

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Kevin Semeniuk Date: 12/29/2009 11:34:00 AM this poem is INSANE!...soo strong that I started reading in my head silently and found myself adding baratone from my voice as I was emersed in your powerful words and thoughts!..thankyou for sharing your gift!! Login to Reply

Simone Segal Date: 12/18/2009 7:08:00 AM Absolutely amazing! I think you should take your poetry to the world, THINK about that! All you need is the belief and the will, is there nothing better than doing something you love, and at the same time touching someones heart, and you my friend have that gift,allow your mind to take you to where you want to be, then act upon your thoughts, love Simone Login to Reply

Anthony Nutter Date: 12/17/2009 4:49:00 AM I do not even have the words to praise this well written heart felt poem. I believe the following line is true depending what generation you come from. I know I was a boy like the one you described and was taught from birth how un-manly it was to show emotion. Glad that this was not passed on to my sons. "What it means for boys Bruised and bleeding but cannot cry I loved that heroic picture still The strong man carrying the world alone But O what culture induced lie" Login to Reply

Shannon Fletcher Date: 12/16/2009 9:32:00 PM I love your words. Very heartfelt. Login to Reply