Is the Man bound?
By equal law?
No.
He's more bound by skin
Bound, to nothing but a few
different Pigments
And his **** like a compass
pointing to the painting of his ocean
Full of dead enemies in a world full of friends
Dark and red the water he Stands on
His skin bright white flames of his Desires
His eyes rich and green bags full of jaundiced
Gold
Reflecting the indifference and dead below history
He burns them paper to fire
He runs on desires excused
because ashes blow far in the wind

He isn't bound by the child in her womb
He is more Bound legally to  his Car
His Baby is Her Fault
After he Loved her
*****
After he was her First
*****
After he ***** her
*****
He isn't bound to the Chains he
Wrapped her in

He walks Proud down to the bar
She wilts to her chains
They become her
They rattle behind her
Screaming life is sacred
But not Her Life
She's a *****
She's the one
the one that called the Hit
Not HIM
She called a hit for her Freedom
a shot in the pale bleakness of the future

So he wages War
Starts up the old Political Machine of Religion
And drives over Her Freedom
so that His Baby can have a future
that he Won't Pay For.