Fictitious warriors of the wet season,
These survivors of a lonesome war, within and on the outside,
They struggle with a silent cry.
These, menacing men with sex on their minds,
Hopeless cherubs of a failed institution- the institution of love.
Some made to give up and some never bothered with.
Brothers united in incest.
Brother and brothers, some sisters and some mothers.
But all men.
These fictitious warriors, relentless and sexual.
They move on, conquest after conquests.
Defeated and fallen and yet again they rise.
They are me and I’m them
Breathing, living and gasping.