It’s not the “man”
The personification of incomprehensible entity
The crux and foundation of Hellenistic Mythology
And not just of Helen but of Rome and of Spain
And of every breathing person who is clueless today
Truth had rarely not been both distant and painful
If you produced a new morsel you would be met by baleful-
Citizens of commonwealth knowledge and function
Even though that function chooses fiction at junction
Contemplating heretical patterns of tyrants
Is aggravating because it can be debunked with modern science
But tyrants at the time were no less learned than we are
As we contemplate our fallen state from heaven is so far
So personification of incomprehensible entity
Remains the reminder of our state of utter idiocy
Because when we face the demons we cannot understand
We assume more than their gender- we assume they are a man
An anti-vaxxer fights the man who implants his authority
A privileged politician fights the anarchist of policy
Some once Christian disciples tell their God they will forever forget Him
But still He bears the target of all their mistrust and treatment
A red-Christian disciple might see a devil in the masses
When the masses ask the Christian to pay against his beliefs with his taxes
BUT
An angry white racist homophobe in his 40’s
Is not angry with you, he’s just oblivious to reality
Easy to see.
My rape survivor precious angel but scarred little sister
Is haunted by darkness and the guilt which had hit her
The deed was done so long ago it is buried too deep to uncover
And so if I differ with her it is “man” who still knifes her
My closeted and open friends and family rally
Behind their cause of Justice, Peace, and overall equality
And while I stand behind them in this cause for the truth
Some misdirect their passion for love and arm hate to their youth
Hate at the leaders of the churches who brainwashed them
Hate at the parents who would disgustedly condemn
Hatred for the CEO of all patriarchal distaste
Hatred to the Man who runs this giant machine.
My message is somewhat convoluted, yes I admit it
I’m well aware of evil men and sometimes the shoe fits
The problem has always been our world is diseased
Im just suggesting we redirect all of our aim at these….
Fictitious People and incomprehensible entities
There are those who have done wrong and those who would also condemn these
There are natural disasters and there are corrupt government figures
We need not add an “extra” target for each one of them who has triggered
And so, when I am alone in bed with the lights out
Every time I say a joke that all but one laughs at
If ever there’s a moment where for some unknowable reason
My heart is wounded-my brain is stretched-and I am fearful of treason
It’s not treason. It’s not an intruder.
It’s not a responsible entity of evil
It isn’t the man, it isn’t the rapist.
It isn’t my God, and it’s even not Satan.
It’s just my depression. Not a shruggable offense.
And while some of you might not cross this here fence
I don’t really care if you know better, or disagree
Because my depression is not a depression. It’s just me.