Our Men

Our society ruined you for us,

By teaching you;

Indoda ayikhali.

Now we have,

Emotionally broken men,

Who were taught,

To fear emotions.

Pretending to be all strong,

Yet your own weakest link.

You take it all in,

But never let it out;

Where do you expect it all to go?

All the anger,

All the rage,

Build up inside;

Like cancer.

It begins as a tumor,

That matures into cancer,

Where do you expect it all to go?

You go around,

Shoulders up high,

Yet dead inside,

Bit by Bit.

All that anger,

All that rage,

Consumes you;

Yet you still insist,

Crying is for the weak.