A boy likes to run, fight and play
Finding new adventures every day
A tree to climb, a wood to explore
Branches he’ll snap for games of war
Instinct tells him he must be brave
To protect weak woman in every way
One day soon a man he’ll be
Husband, worker, head of family
But, no, no, no, this cannot be
There can be no more family
No more love, help, solidarity
Together no more, alone are we
No more duties, just human rights
Lonely days, solitary nights
The good guys are those who are gay
Sterile, victims, parallel, insane
Limitless power of the State
Total power demands no mate
No adventure, no play, no courage
No initiative, no joy, in harness
Supervised, drugged the whole day long
Mindlessly singing the boss’s song
Being born male is your very first crime
Condemned to live a life of dying.
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