They Are Not Objects

A poem about North American views on relationships (Particularly on the part of males)

They Are Not Objects

You parade them around like trophies

Holding them up high for all the world to see

Showing them off to your fellow man

But they are not objects

They are human beings

They have rights, feelings, emotions

They exist

And you do not deserve to objectify them

You take the body for your own

Extract everything you can from it

Squeezing every last drop 

Until there is nothing left

Nothing but an empty shell

The legacy of your actions

Look at what you have done

You have made them into objects

You have made them see themselves as objects

Just like you see them

But they are not objects

They are human beings

And someday

You will pay for those actions

They will rise up

And show you just how human they are

Your reign will end

In smoke and flames

Blood and tears

And you can gaze upon your legacy, upon your trophies

They will hold your corpse up high

A shell of your former self

And you yourself will be a trophy

You will no longer be seen as a human being

You will be an object

Just as you once saw them

And maybe when it is all over

You will have learnt something

You parade them around like trophies

Holding them up high for all the world to see

Showing them off to your fellow man

But they are not objects

And neither are you

You are all human beings.

Author's Note

As always, criticism of any kind is welcome

Reviews

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. powerfully expressed ... neither men nor women ... in any nation anywhere in the world should be treated like objects ...