Of blind cocks
that crow at dawn
Dyeing, drying on
the thorns of humanity
The Blood of non-creation
and criterion of a nation insane
Inhumane and decimates
to the red strains of Children’s games
Glory and praise the
ascensions of one
The sum of masculinities abortion
The burnt image
of the aftermath.
Go and see
the walls of None
The tribunal of dung
Crown the one-eye worms
Anointed in rotted empires
Furies scurry and bury the thoughts
Of lace and grace the masses of fame and shame
The brutal pyre of human’s creed,
the immune one
The dyeing,
drying of the horns of cruel black sons
The burn of dark hands
The blood of divinity
The nation
Is at war with profanity.
Sanity
What is humanity?
Begin with private tears, end with tears as memories.
End all the femininities, grip hard to masculinities.
Laugh at the boy in his sister's best Sunday dress.
And then we'll humor ourselves and leave behind our empathy.
Don't bother to understand differences ... Mock, don't give sympathy!
You better keep Father proud and extricate these emotions at any costs.
You haven't a choice - Look at the boy in the dress and all the manhood he's lost!
This is a man's land, so find a pretty girl and keep her in line.
This is a man's world, and any efforts to equality are fruitless attempts.
Grasp your manhood, perfect patriarchy - There's a crying boy to be held in contempt!
Show your muscle, brag of how in mortal combat the pretty boy ran!
And feel humiliated when she says "To weep is to demonstrate how to be a man."
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