THE PRIZE AND THE TABLE
A long time ago, during our forefathers,
When value was placed on characters.
When both gender understood their role,
Men and women, knew and saw the goal.
There was less chaos and problems,
They seek better ways to solve them.
We thought technology would help a bit,
But as it advances, we can all feel the hit.
Men are losing what makes them gentle,
So tired of being saddled with the mantle.
As they’re manipulated, taken for granted,
Their softness called weak, always taunted.
Women faking masculinity, to appear strong,
Tired of been treated less for years all along.
They’re jumping on social media to feel among.
Spewing double standard to match the throng.
That’s when we come up with, ‘who is the prize’?
As if roles and responsibilities must have a price.
Rather than adjust our high handed expectations,
‘What we bring to the table’ another dissatisfaction.
I don’t really know when both gender got to this point,
Our thinking have become wobbly, we’ve lost our joint.
… CHIEF LYRICIST™…
… a touch of mine™…
