"MEN"
No they are not all the same out there
Shouting lies can not become truths
They keep on giving and giving and giving
Working hard to make your perfect living
Never annoyed with it or complaining
Yet All they ask you for is appreciation
That affectionate look of respect
And keeping harmony and content
But you keep on whining and crying
About things you haven't obtained yet
Forgetting all the things you already possess
As if the wind of gratitude never touched you
And you call them the wicked ones?
Rethink and look back down the memory lane
Every single time they got your back
Supporting you in all those hardships
As if they were created for this
For providing for their families
For crushing under societies
And yet you call them all the same
For one single time you weren't treated the same
How selfishly you carry this behaviour
While you proudly call them self-obsessed
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