When A Man Cries

They told a lie

when they said a man doesn't cry

about just how deep a shun

in time, that well runs

The resonance is not an easy thing

to identify, when a man cries

Giving in;

The mother of all resistance,

and toppling of the queen

would have met on the battlefield

where the chariot lost its wheel

and redemption became a fallacy

that brought a man's courage 

to its knees, for Hercules

to weep

For it is only when circumstance

demands much more than his knight's

testosterone could ever give

When the compelling pain far outweighs 

what the armored heart can receive

lamenting perished hopes and losses

no consolation can restore

that his hardened preservation

becomes a fleeing horse

The tungsten chain is broken

and the check mate sun

sets in the east reckoning deeds

of society, expected, imposed

upheld, bought and borrowed

when this happens

Unspoken pain servers the jugular

when alfa Hercules dies

inside unto none, but himself

rendered an overnight ruin

of the once mighty coloseum

at the norm hands of the mortals

who built it