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What kind of man controls his own ego?

Who regards passion as his most serious foe

In a world where masculinity is ego’s—opium den

And violence its holiest sin

And this again in weaker men

Who believe they are strong for having bigger bones

With which to beat another down

As if their logic were sound

And its evidence being spilt red blood upon the ground

Then having found their muscles out maneuvered by a single human mind

Stymied by someone in a moments time

Writing of a Constitution in a human rights evolution

What kind of man thinks, as yet, and upon some bet

That a life of violence and crime might be inclined

To place him far ahead of the rest, instead of far behind

Presuming to have a cleverer mind

Which in time finds itself aligned -against the entire world

What kind of man glares with a rude stare

To stir up trouble in the air with a wear and tear on human relations

And contrives an occasion upon which to raise an arm

To someone Else’s alarm

But I say

Whosoever (but in self defense) rises to strike another with his hand

That very one is less than a man