Iron we men are born,

Don't we have tears to shed.

Our jam is to never mourn,

Even if our beloved's dead.

Mould of dominance and aggression,

We don't have anyone on to confide.

What we seek is a platform of expression,

Plus, a person's shoulder to cry on beside.

Men don't feel pain we say,

As if our bodies are solid rocks.

Men don't cry we say,

Because the ones who do get mocks.

As we are humans,

To let our tears fall.

As we are humans,

To please others to hear our call.

We men are born humans,

We mean only to share our expressions.

Treat us like Brazens,

And our cal will burst like explosions.