It's Tough To Be A Man - Poem by James Casey
It's Tough To Be A Man
It's getting tough to be a man
For in this changing world of ours.
Men and boys don't know when
To expect and the world has grown
Increasingly hostile and critical of them.
Laws have been put in place that
Actively discriminate against men.
In this world, children and women
Have rights. Animals have rights
Is there nothing left for men?
Yet what about Mens Rights?
No one speaks boldly for them.
No Shelters for Men. No social
Services or protections for Men.
Ungrateful scorns and hostility
Men and boys are falling behind in
Education. The justice system is set
Against them and for a man to get
Justice in today's world is rare
Men are only used to pay the debt
Good men are jailed and kept away from loved ones.
A bitter and vindictive faction of society demonizes
Men and boys and shows them as little more
Than dangerous and mindless beasts.
That society should keep corralled and ignore
They have forgotten that men are basically
Decent and need love and support as well
Where are the national organizations for men?
Where are mens resources and social services?
Where are advocacy groups for men?
Men are seen as the scapegoats of society.
They get no love or respect and get blamed
For everything bad under the sun.
They get no respect at home or on the job.
It's high time that the turn around is begun
As fathers, husbands, sons, uncles, nephews'
Brothers, cousins they need to be respected.
Just step into a courtroom and see what I mean.
I encourage my fellow men to fight for their rights
Someone has declared a war against men
Men merit the same respect that modern women demand.
Men have more responsibilities than women
They deserve the same rights and protection
The bias against men has to become a thing of the past.
Men need to become men again.
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