Like No One Should

Oh, how would that do him any good?

To build a grave from his wounds

for dreams, his zeal, his secret side

to dug them deep for their esteem.

To veil his pain and ail again

under the pillowcase on a soundless night;

To clean with tears his wounds and scars

Out of nary soul’s distinct sight.

Oh, how would that do her any good?

To hold her longing behind a chuckle

She’s not a goddess or a fairy

to make them have faith in her like a miracle.

And how they reckon if she’s found with men

She’s bought them shame, so be on guard,

With everything that appears there is none

For family, name and fortune is only a pun.

Oh, how would that do you any good?

To gain name and fame; work blood and sweat out

Just to be comprised of their demands and doubts

To reminisce their beneficence as your kin,

And lie there thinking “what could’ve been?”

To try to accept what you cannot;

To crave for peace which lies in freedom

And be enslaved in this revolutionary kingdom.

All females will need feminism

Some males will beseech meninism,

The two-spirited will reckon but none

Other than a little bit more of humanism.

Thus, to live with pride and indulgence,

Imploring the world with some refulgence

To not to be a witless fool, in their cynical drool.

To love and be real throughout their livelihood

For oh! it wouldn’t do you any good

To exist wordlessly like no one should.