thay fight for a women. A damsile in distress.
pittyful in all her ways of defense. Just so
they can call them selves heros. Just so they can
have meaning to their woeful lives. Protect
honor.
her honor.
is accutly their ego. in more ways than one.
it was never about her it was always
about them. Just waking up to it she
pretend to be steady sleep.
this is the way it always was
this is how it should stay
but the more coded it is. the more understanding
it bring untill it screams the uncanny truth
in her face. control is all your presious
hero wanted. yes you are their slave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem