Many fools who say many word's but have spoken nothing here
Poetry they call it to what sense of manner could it be
Your dreams and aspirations you leave here
You limp away like a pup wounded from his mother
Excuses are in your nature
No self control
No self respect
And to all you are named traitor
Crimes against humanity
You hate correction
You hate truth
You are weak
You speak of gender,equality,reason
Yet you are to foolish to see
In this world there is no such thing
This world has a heart that to the manner of hate
You embrace it
You are weak
Brought to anger quickly
No understanding
No respect
Just weakness
You are weak