Because you’re a man Ziggurats, Temples

by Michael Coroza And the Empires

I.

Because you’re a man, my child, You also have the glory

You have to learn how to cry That they possess

Its hard to spill out the memories by In the thick

tears Pages of stories.

Or the fresh wound from the last misstep

But fair and tested the effect But, my child, it also flows

Of tears to get rid of the microbes from you

In the mind, heart and whole being The cruelness
Of their logic and name

Because you are a man, my child, Who violated, destroyed

You have to learn how regret And shackled your mother.

Even if accepting your wrong will shake To all the mother’s and woman of the

your dignity universe.

Because reasoning will not have its

monopoly Cry for it, my child,

Let them persecute and judge you What they had in the past

In that way you can find the perfect Remorse for it, my child

match What they had wrong.

For you to complete your self

III.

II.
The twin woman

You inherited, my child And the altar of earth

The whole privilege Who gave birth, cared

That satiated And nourish the growth of all

By the builders of Tower of Babel Who became the last quest
Pyramids, Coliseums Owned by the lips
Of all at last Of the false blooded
Was separated, Thinking that you had slayed
Owned, plowed Broke to pieces and bury the bones
And made as a foundation Because a man you are
Change its color.
Of all the edifices
But slumped
In stain of blood
In the blanket of value
Is the use of History
Degraded and vanished

We are now living

With a false thinking
Of moral, logic and legality
Exercising of injustice:
In the pedestrian of our recognition,
In the pain of giving birth,
There is no merit
In the tiredness of wakes
Of a woman after
Giving her self
To the child that left behind
Is a worthless basket.
IV.

Because you are a man

Learn how to kill
Cut from you
The false thinking

Instead, let the academe

Sharpen the content