Men

the stylistic maneuvers of men

mixin' manure with pens

stickin students,

who are stricken beneath,

findin' food for the feast.

So many problems political

parities defeat

the people, it's evil

like hate in the steeple.

Sheddin' shattered shambles

down from my head to my feet,

holdin' out with the heat

heathens hearken the darkened

stairs spiraling down to the street

to stand up to tyranny

show them you're not some sheep.