When I was a boy
Mama told me boys don’t cry
Nor buzz in pain like flies.
Through the noises of life
and the dark side of strife
Men ought to be strong
Mama said “real men live as
if they do no wrong”.
“Ibi to le la tin ba omokunrin”
Real Men face life even when
the war within them defy the guns
But, I’ve found these to be half-truths,
the stunt that has left many wounded.
For how can men be real
If life’s choked from them
And breathing is made hard
Just how, how?
Real men are strong,
they admit their wrongs
Real men are free to cry,
those tears can purge the heart.
Above all,real men fear God
And as lamps, they lead their families
to the lamb.
JesusCares
B. TemidayoRiches Ogunleye
