Mean, and ruthless, but care’s like mothers. They hurt without thoughts and loves to a fault.
They were the only perfect creatures of God and the only without a heart, God’s hidden mystery.
Men, they’re the essence of Gods creation but a betrayal to the creator.
Men, the happiness in homes, agony of a widow, pride of a bride.
Men, babies from birth babies to the grave, Loved by women and pampered like dogs by them but roams like a lion and devours without pity.
They are the essence of life, just like air to the body, though seen as evil, but the expectancy of every woman, and joy of a mother.
Men, presence that turns fear to adventure and a good company even in penury.
What a world without them?
A world without them will be meaningless and full of agony, painless but painful.
Men we hate, but can’t let go.
Men, men! Men!! We can’t do without them and they know it.
What do we think about them, Evil? Death? All that hurts? Infidelity is their pride, with their perfidious activities which betrays their self.
But after each thought, we conclude with a prayer for their prosperity.
Men, a woman’s workhouse her hidden strength, the pillar that can’t be pulled down but an insidious disease.
They’re masters of their game. They believe in what they see and not what they hear like the women.
Believe him? Have you dug your grave?
Men beloved, in all we respect you, we adore you, never guilty of your deeds, But guilty to ease a woman.
Men loved even in pain, Oh men our earthly guardian; we love you because you make peace in our heart.
