Gunned down like flies,

That is their lives,

It’s not as valuable as it should be,

Unless they can work,

They have no worth,

Nobody cares how unhappy,

Do not complain!

Do not cry!

Nobody cares how you feel

And if you break,

And end your life,

We will ask, why didn’t he say how he felt

You yearn for women’s love,

You yearn for women’s praise,

But if you fail, you will be hated,

Maybe if you slave away,

And promise to die,

Maybe your needs will be sated,

Raised to be a hero,

Trying to prove himself by killing other men,

And now he wakes up screaming,

He comes home to be homeless,

Dies, cold and alone, on the street,

But all of his medals are still gleaming,

The pyramids, the Taj Mahal,

All the cities of the world

He slaved to build them all,

Worked in the hot sun of the desert,

For months on end,

All to create a mall,

From the days of young,

He is publicly mutilated,

He is shown his body is to be desecrated,

Boys are pushed out onto the world,

To sell themselves away to strangers,

He is more than half of those emaciated,

Whether at home,

Whether at school,

He is severely punished for his behaviour,

When he grows up,

And faces the law,

He is punished worse because of his gender,

He is told he is privileged and powerful

But he cannot believe what he hears

He knows it is a hard life for men,

And when he begs to be heard

He is told to remain silent,

And asked, “Why do you hate women?”