MEN TOO CAN WEEP

'Men shall not weep!' Ages echoed the saying; 

Scoffed at the ones who wept helplessly.  

Are our tears to be preserved for an afterlife?  

Hadn't God expected us to wail?  

  

I'm a man who can cry, as you do.  

Plights and woes fetch me no pleasure  

And wounds bring me nothing but bleeding.  

What else can I shed than tears?  

  

Manliness isn't in tears, I know.  

Senseless folktales made us rough; 

Our dry eyes seem ruthless at times.  

Aren't we expected to lament our losses?  

  

Men bear a cumulus, cloudy sky that awaits raining.  

Unless he cries out his anguish and sorrows   

And shed off the cloudy destructive emotions,   

It may one day turn into a destructive hailstorm.  

  

Let the children learn their father can cry.  

Let the mothers know their sons have tears.  

And let the world watch him sob to the last drops of tears.  

The sky's not going to fall if he weeps.