Mighty gods do we in great faith idolize
Yet little do we wretches realize
that gods who neither bleed nor cry
Are so stoic till the day we die
Men don’t cry! No, men never cry.
Men do not even utter a subtle sigh
Husband, father, brother or son
only sweat is under the midday sun
Are we machines? Aren’t we alive?
Don’t we also get down and strive?
Wake up my man, shed some tears.
Be it one of society’s greatest fears.
If gods don’t cry, let’s cry for them
their pain can’t be steered by a helm
Pain is inevitable, suffering is not
Tears are memories; some I wish I forgot