by Bim Oguntunde-Phillip

He struts his stuff through his personal fiefdom
An empty little boy who’s been given a big title!
He knows of all the priviledges and demands every last one
His mind has not ever contemplated what is required in return
Those who led him to manhood failed to show him the way
To keep his wife’s heart close by and make it stay

Perhaps they never knew how, never even knew there was a need
Never taught him of love in thought, word or deed
Pay the bills, they taught him, rule with a rod of iron
They must know who’s boss, you must be king in your own kingdom!
They found that it was lonely at the top but dismissed it as a weak feeling,
Leave that to feeble minded women – a man must get on with ruling!

Meanwhile he is more alone than he realises
All he has of her is what his jaundiced eye glimpses
The unseen, the precious, the intangible is far from his reckoning
His castle is made of cards – not a brick in the entire building
Someone tell him, sound the warning bell, do!
A leaking house of cards will soon become a pile of goo!

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