They, the mothers of all
Who lead as others
Believe to be weak
Cries without tears
Express courage
With so much
Ego!
We sons of our mothers
Who carter for us
In the womb
Where comport
speak in parables
for time immemorial
now the world is fine-tuned
by sentiment of some few
leadership so much abused
our horse ride the mothers
as they carry sword and guns
they already learn to
use our boots
wearing our khaki
and calling us ingrates
as we segregate
by clutching power
refusing to let go
as we think
that their place
is in the home
caring for those who
actually are destined
for their care
soothing us whenever
distress overwhelmed us
by giving us our lost
courage to take up
their pride and affectionate
love- that make us
now they feel
we are cheats,
that we fail them
all the ways round,
believing in what we
do as wrong,
while failures today
is recorded where
sons of women
were devoid of their love;
so give us much of that
as children, as men
and husbands: the fathers
to your children
