A Written Letter To All Men:

We call ourselves kings in all that we do,

in all that we say,

We call ourselves warriors,

rebels against the tyranny of Life,

against the slithering hand of injustice,

Yet,

as long as the Earth spins in the whirlwind of reality,

as long as the Moon paints itself across the night’s sky,

We will continue to,

fail,

Unless we cast out,

fear,

and find,

purpose,

the core of your masculinity,
the heart that strings ideals and visions,
and bleeds,

purpose,

your right of passage,
the road less travelled,
your march to freedom,

purpose,

 the light that illuminates,
a pillar for humanity,

purpose,

your divine Providence,
listen to the calling,

purpose,

the hand of god in the life of Jesus,
the immortal speeches of Luther,

purpose,

reserved only for the brave,
the bold,
the magnanimous,

it wakes humanity from sleep,
slow hymns of a utopia,
listen,

please,

listen,

purpose,

to the,

lost boys,

searching,

in the abyss,

do not,

do not,

do not,

give up,

till you,

till you,

find,

purpose.                                       

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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