Last mans grave
The sun lifts its heavy head to brighten the dawn,
each second that passes another in the darkness is spawned.
The living numbers trying to catch the number of dead,
many oceans worth of Human blood has been bled.
From the start and lasting until their end,
this numbers game Humanity will extend.
Laws restricting woman to give birth,
men lessoning a woman's Human worth.
At some point the women will take heed,
and remember no man is needed to breed.
Reality gives us sperm banks to save,
lets get Humanity to the last mans grave.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I am a man only because it is the one I took over when I arrived. Will gladly spend eternity returning to control a woman.
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Comments3
A serious issue of the non value and worth of women that still exists in cultures around the world, man should be verry careful, we are not needed anymore. Enjoyed the read
Thought provoking yes women are the prototype and theoretically men may not be needed, it is so among several species.
It takes a man of insight, and dare I say courage to pen these words. I've often wondered what the world would be like if the female perspective were given a chance to blossom. I harken back Robin Williams's quote " If women ran the world, we wouldn't have wars, just intense negotiations every 28 days". I say give it a try. Thank you my friend!!
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