M.E.N

We are men;

And we have feelings too

But we hide behind our ruggedness

And our manly shrugs

We’ve been lifting so many weights

That we finally worked out

That the only way to manage

Is to harden that muscle

So as not to get hurt

And deafen our ears

To the whispered palpitations

That proclaim our deepest desires…

We’ve learnt to ignore

Those chemical imbalances;

Hormones and all that

We can’tcut out the emotions -

That’d make us monsters -

We just  unremembered their names…

 

They tell us men are supposed to be hard -

Even when they’re not singing about sex -

They tell us that love and compassion

Are effeminate

And the only ‘manly’, noble emotions are

Hatred, malice and greed

And that sex is as good

As you’ll ever feel…

What a wretched organism

Whose highest emotion -

The peak of his existence -

Is but an orgasm

And then is on to the next one!

 

Love and compassion

Are what distinguish us from the beasts

When we lose even that

We sink to their level…

We’re dehumanising ourselves -

Maybe it’s a defence

We put up to stave off

The hurt and the pain…

 

But what of the day

You wake up and find

You can’t feel even that

Any more??

Reviews

[M. E. Lee]

This is such a good piece. Beautifully written.

[SINDE]

Interesting. I feel this piece.
What a wretched organism
Whose highest emotion -
The peak of his existence -
Is but an orgasm
And then is on to the next one!
You struck a chord in me bruh.
WRITE ON.