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 A conqueror, And master of all he surveys. Like the lion of the jungle, A royal king, A born leader in all his ways. Society in all its wisdom Decries him so, No weakness, nor tears allowed He must be strong, and courageous Until the end, Only in strength can he be proud. We dictate he must be those things, And mold him so, Then we watch him die under stress. We complain that he isn't gentle, It's a wonder After he's placed in such duress Man has a heart full of kindness Like anyone A sweet softness down in his soul Societies' dictates changed him Not for the best The dictate has taken its toll ©1987 Candalee Swayze |
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