Fanatic feminism is a pest,
a crude murder weapon at its best,
unseen the violence unleashed,
in every man and woman a beast.I’m a gentleman by creed,
the idea forced into me ‘till I bleed,
yet some members of the „fairer“ sex,
blame cruelty on the male „apex“.Are you blind to your own unmaking?
Are you deaf to your own berating?
Are you senseless to your own intuition?
Are you numb to your own attricion?
No, I’m no gentleman no longer,
all this suffering has made me weary and stronger,
I’ll be saying “No” like a tiger,
‘cause I’m not your petty provider.
Yes, I’ll be gentle to all the scars and the cracks,
that the knives of society have carved in my chest and my back,
I’ll honor my body and my children within,
filled with creativity to the brim.
I’ll be going my own way,
let the creed wither and die,
and finally: see eye to eye,
with you.
Inspired by and in spirit of the book “Männerherzen fühlen” von Christoph Glöckler. I’d like to say a warm thank you to his courage to write about the shadows of our polar society from a male point of view in a vulnerable and open way.