Threatened - AmberBlue

What do men do when they feel threatened? When they feel the nectar of their eternity slipping away like a wine?

-They make sorry excuses, drench the rusted files with their own law, ornate the history with lies, cage the tamables and silence the wilds.

When they are scared that ‘her’ powers like a deliberate venom would crawl to their thrones , that the crown would beacon for a queen and not a king, what do men do?

-They defame her not so subtly , like hawks they prey upon her body and when that doesn’t work either, they burn her and call her a ‘witch with dark magic.’

What do men do when they are threatened by even education, scared of poets metaphorizing the unrest within or of unsettled teachers teaching past the syllabus?

-They replace them with a monotone who knows not to voice for a change , they lock those poems in the shadows where they are best untold and if that doesn’t work either, like a puppeteer they change the ways of this ‘threatened’ education jibing at their dancing puppets.

When they are haunted by honesty and some naked truths , when the truths start whispering lies and secrets buried in their mansions, what do men do?

-They buy honesty with money and if that doesn’t work either they coffin the truths but wear the stains to convince themselves that what ‘threatened’ them shall never rise from the graves to haunt again.

What do men do when it dawns upon them that the rituals they made are being asked upon to some reasons, that their excuses of religion and castes they brought out from wonderland now stand vacant?

-They make you an ‘atheist’ even when you are not and if that doesn’t work either they beguile the holy books to make one ‘fear’ the God.

When their unparalleled ego is being threatened by nature herself , bringing men to rags , ridiculing them like they were already dusts, what do men do?

-They become desperate for an escape, like chained beasts they growl that come more as stifled cries but when they are pitied upon they forget and goes to loop around the history , to save their ‘threatened ego’.

What do men do when peace threatens their thriving greed, when it becomes unbearable to be content within their own boundaries , when it becomes a hitch in flaunting their manhood as warriors?

-They rob the homes to make soldiers , they sew their smiles into hollow stares that hope of returning some day from the death and when they have robbed the very soul from them, they honour the men as warriors and call it a ‘war’.

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