With the mammoths, we fought
crossed the ocean in wooden boats

We made myths and told lores
wrote classics and yes, fucked a few whores

We were ruthless and fierce,
sometimes kind, worshipped in Norse

We won wars and conquered land,
rightly scared but never defeated

It’s time we stop this pathetic display
a generation of weak-willed men

The death which once feared us
are we taking refuge in its arms?

©’Will of Men’ short poem by Noyal Sharook

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