Cruelty of Men

Our souls are as empty as an open grave,
Our hearts are as black as a black hole,
Men care only for themselves,
The thoughts and feelings of others,
Are never taken into consideration...

What self-respecting man would make a woman cry?
The answer should be 'no man',
But men are not self-respecting at all,
We don't even respect other people,
We'll gladly break hearts for personal gain...

The nicest women in the world are always the ones,
That receive the most heartbreak from men,
They open up their hearts to us,
And we, as self-centred idiots, take full advantage,
Taking all we can before moving on...

To smash another woman's feelings to pieces,
As that is the cowardly man's way,
We refuse to open up,
Our response to women trying to interpret our feelings,
Is to hurt them so much, they don't want to know anymore...

Our cruelty knows no bounds,
And it plagues all men,
No matter how nice they seem on the surface,
Underneath it all, the black heart beats,
Selfishly searching to improve its own life...

And that is the sad and undeniable truth...

(this poem is the solitary inclusion from Bebo page seven 'cause they're all quite boring and 'cause I still see signs all around me that Cruelty of Men still has a relevant point).