Son,I write to you.
There is a place
Under the sun
That is no go zone!
Dont be curious,
You will soon understand.
I pray that your mama raises you
With both hands.
Under the sun,
There is a place not kind to man
Or man kind
There is a place where blue fades,
And black burns.
There,human will is tested
And dreams are burnt to ashes.
Under the sun,
There is reason
There is mission
And there is conviction.
Still under the same sun,
There are shadows
There are temptations
And addictions.
Without the first three
You can never be free.
Under the sun,
Man is bullied by his sexuality
And determined by his tenacity.
Factories for men are closing down.
Endangered,
Look after your mother and woman.
As I sign off son.
Freedom may never cease to seem free.
This is for you and the victim men spirit.
Rise and fight.
Change begins with choice
Are you ready to be a Man?
© Titto Mutny
