We men have been in charge for the last 3.000 years or so, and our legacy is one of murder, war, torture, genocide and suffering. Not because we are inherently evil, but because we have been lured into believing that power is desirable in itself. It is time we shun almost everything we have been taught, because most of what it allegedly takes to be a "man" does not make us men, just obedient foot soldiers of some king, priest or banker's wars.

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As long as we measure the value of a man

By how many other men bow to him

As long as we measure the strength of a man

By the number of his victims

As long as we worship the fighting cocks

The lions and the peacocks

As long as we take pride in tears

In humiliation and fear

There can be no hope

How could there be hope?

Hope is a sick joke

How can we look at ourselves in the mirror

And not burst out laughing?

How can we claim we are masters and landlords

When we’re just puppets on a string?

I’ve said it before our chains are plated gold

So we can pretend they are jewels

Our prisons have wi-fi and beer is ice cold

So we can all revel like big fools

There can be no hope

How could there be hope?

Hope is a sick joke

How much crap has been poured in our heads

That we love what hurts us the most

How many lies have we been breastfed

By shadows of long extinct ghosts

All that we touch we turn into a war zone

Can’t we do better than that?

All of the shams and deceit we condone

Is this what it’s all about?

There can be no hope

How could there be hope?

Hope is a sick joke