Spiritual and Inspirational poetry that touch the heart and soul, and provoke the mind.
Okay, so you’re handy with your fists, are adept with a knife and a gun,
And thus really know how to injure folk, and mistreat animals for fun.
Well, you’re simply just a big bully, who actually, weakness displays,
A bully who has personal issues, and who on other people preys.
Therefore, you’re not acting like a man at all, as real men don't act that
way,
But rather — one's higher instincts, not one's lower instincts — choose to
obey.
Any fool can pump iron, puff out his hairy chest, and pridefully strut
around,
But a man who's a real man, isn’t so egotistically muscle-bound.
Yes, he may well have big sized muscles, but a real man does not misuse
them,
In fact, a real man is one who any form of violence will condemn.
You see, a real man is a protector — yes, the guardian of the weak,
They being, all those who are vulnerable, and who help may well need to
seek.
And, let me add, kicking someone when they’re down is an unmanly thing too;
A bullish, cowardly act — yes, such is just spineless, an evil thing to do.
Such is simply the gang mentality, and such gangs are for weak men too,
For real men can stand alone, they stand for what’s right, and only right
will do.
A real man will use his head, (his brains), not his fists, nor any weaponry,
For real men embrace wisdom, display love and care, compassion and mercy.
Yes, real men have a sound mind, a good heart, noble, gentle and kindly
ways,
And they only use brawn where it's right to, knowing that violence never
pays.
A real man treats women and children well, family, friends and strangers
too,
For he is good to all, and only the ways of peace chooses to pursue.
A real man is a also a brick, a pillar — very law-abiding too,
And is always faithful, trustworthy — one who the best for all will pursue.
No, a real man isn't some bully, for he is far too manly for that,
He’s not some macho clod, stereotype, talebearer, wimp or copycat.
A real man's prepared to make sacrifices, lend a hand, put others first,
Because a real man chooses to die to self, do his best, and not his worst.
Go on to:
Regarding The Poor
Return to: Poetry by Lance Landall
Return to Spiritual and Inspirational Poetry