Dubert, Dubert! I call, a voice echoes in a silent room,
A stressed look, a stern smile and a dark gloom.
His silence speaks of burdens, deep and grim,
Responsibilities he shoulders since marriage welcomed him.

It begins with,
“Oh, it’s a boy! A future bearer of the crown,”
Yet whispered critiques cut, “Too fat, too thin, an unsolicited frown.”
They warn, “If you don’t work, you’re a ghost,”
Societal shadows cast by those who judge the most.

"Men ****, they cannot be *****,"
"Men ****, they cannot be killed,"
"Men are ruthless, men are cruel,"
"Men steal, men break every rule."

"You're so fat, a bus won't fit you,"
"You're so thin, a breeze will blow you,"
"You're so short, the park's your place,"
"Look like an ape, the zoo's your grace."

Kindness finds no soil to root,
In this graveyard world where empathy is mute.
A graveyard of love, a desert of care,
A wasteland of kindness, with poisoned air.

Dubert, Dubert I call, the silence now profound,
In his room, an eerie stillness, no sound.
Tied to a rope, eyes fixed on a fading reality
In his hands, a note, perhaps his final plea:

"Accused of ****, I swear, not me,"
Injustice carved in tears that none can see.
Tears roll down mine, a river of sorrow,
Silently I weep, I won't see him tomorrow.

Dubert swore it wasn't him,
Yet the world’s cruel mistreatment grew dim.
Truth he claimed, but threats he received,
Alone, deceived, his spirit aggrieved.

With fading strength, he climbed the chair,
Fear a factor, betrayed by those called "Dear"
"Oh! Cruel world, may you release me,
Oh! Merciless God, in darkness, seize me."

Dubert is no more, a life unjustly taken,
Dubert is no more, a soul forever forsaken.