men are meant to break, and so we break them,
a practice crossing time, and place, and caste;
men are meant to die, and so we kill them,
they're built for moments, violence, not to last
boys are born destructive, angry, reckless,
and this we can exploit, increasing yields --
men are meant to break, and so we break them,
on streets, in jails, at jobs, on
battlefields
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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Very thought provoking!
This is heartbreaking! So well written and devastating.
Thank you. It’s weird to me how universal the disposability of men seems to be across societies.