National Poetry Writing Month ~ 30 Poems in 30 Days ~ Poem # 16 of 30
Down To This
It’s down to this, is it?
You, who can not handle the beauty and significance of a building you did not build, you do not love; you have decided to burn it to the ground
You, who can not handle the beauty and the wisdom of women; you have decided to burn them, assault them, rape them, sell them, murder them
You, who are insanely jealous of the fact that females carry life inside them; you have decided to pass laws about what is in their bodies or not.
You who can not control your own erections; you have decided to cover women from head to toe so you won’t have to mature and control your own penises.
You who can not handle the thought of anyone else having water or shelter or food or good health; you have decided to covet the water sources, the food and the access to shelter, doling out small tastes of life sustaining elements for extortionist prices while you hoard the lion’s share
You, who can not handle the thought of a country that allows its citizens free speech, its women to vote and drive cars and have their voices heard at a boardroom table; you have decided to wage war against their open hearts and minds
It is down to this;
The jealous fits of rage of an adolescent male are the role model for religions, corporations and military organizations
Eleven Year Old Boys are running the world while hiding inside old men’s bodies.
It’s down to this.
It’s time for the sane adults
to bring these wicked boys in line.