Man

Gallantly your sword is unsheathed

And then it is vigorously sheathed


Pretending not to be a man of today

Will I lie so bluntly

The sweet sound is liked by I

As the rain falls slowly


Neither do I find pleasure in birds chirping 

Turned on am I by the sounds of bullets firing


Men were created to be violent

Not to fall for everything violet


Distant to emotions shall you find

Risking all sanity of my mind


Shall I be called lion hearted

Not a mere sweethearted 


To stand tall valiantly 

In the midst of battle shouting 

Not to be found cowardly 

In the face of adversity screaming 


Drawing out my sword

Hunting as I get bored


If built to fight were we

In the name of love why flee


Are you not addressed 

Dear Foxtrot you're blessed 


 

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