Proud Boys?

I am a middle aged man

who is increasingly concerned with

the trendy rage of some young men.

Young men lost

left to wander around like wolves

drunk on 6packs

howling at the world

in beligerent wonder,

what does it means to be a man.

These young men who are

somewhat like I used to be,

intelligent and stupid at the same time

overeducated and insecure

with feelings of entitlement based solely upon

the achievements of those men and women

who lifted the heavy weight before

these young men were even squeezed

from scrotums and fertilized

into existence.

They need to be taught by other men and women

to be secure enough in standing up for themselves

and not blindly following the pack,

to be open to and knowledgable about

what lies behind the radicalized idols of

our modern societal reform.

To be brave enough

to not just

follow the reactional wild eyed

patriarchal nature

of grown man tantrums

and the growing “what about me”

norm.

We men need not be pushovers in public debate

but must be comfortable enough to slide over

on the communal couch

to make room for civil conversation

with whomever it is that may need a seat

or a place to rest.

We need men who understand

the better idea behind the words

that “All Men are Created Equal”

and that these words must include

all of humanity

for them to actually mean

anything

at all.