Call Them Men

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Call Them Men
by Julian Lee

Mr. Editor and Anchor,
Wherever men have died and bled
Please don't call them "personnel"
Call them men

And if having women near them
Robs them of their station
She has stolen quite enough!
Call them men

Woman, I can't hear you
When you say you want a "mate"
A "relationship," a "partner"
Say it straight

Is there something in your head?
You cannot say the thing you want?
They say "to manifest be exact"
But here you can't

They say "woman is a thief" but
I'd not thought you'd go that far
Stealing e'en our very name
And what we are.

No, I don't speak Big Brother-ese
Dissembling male power
Or share the "gay" agenda
To make us uni-neuters

I don't want your neutral world
That textureless abyss
Where -- only in your mind --
No differences exist

I speak the tongue of ancestors
With nature well acquainted
Who knew what truly saved them
When women cried and fainted

They knew who built the shelter
For winter's stormy night
And mastered both the hunt,
And fire's warming light

Then ploughed and planted bounty
When spring and summer hummed
To satisfy desires
For wealth and winsome young

Then clever man, to ease her way
As his precocious sequel
Made clever machines that hide her weakness
Till she imagined she was equal

But with enemies at the doors
It is clear who must be sent
Only strong, courageous males
Can restrain other strong men

As for me, I never bought the lie
"The sexes are the same"
That women rate as warriors
Or a man a mother makes.

When danger's at the doors
Give me strong Men and no others
And if gracious life sends more
Let his mamma be his Mother

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