The Man’s Duty
By Anonymous
The man’s duty
Bound onto him by a contract
Finalized in the womb.
The man’s duty to only cry
When his father dies in his arms
Or his sons get up and ghost away
The man is allotted in his lifetime
One tear, no reserves
Use any more and it’ll be wasteful.
The man’s duty to crave liberty
Wrestled out of the hands of the beggars
While it’s still warm
The man never buckles when God leans
On the hunched backs of starving children
Beckoning, no, daring you to show pity.
The man’s duty to sacrifice himself
And the rest of his countrymen
Who follow the letter and not the spirit of manhood
The man might lead us into the bright
Artillery cannons that pierce us with more holes
Than the blasted ideology we die on.
The man’s duty to be the hand
That pulls the trigger and
Caresses the child in the same heartbeat
The man’s child must be lifted high
Above his father’s legacy
Bound onto him by a contract
Finalized in the womb.
