Self-Control

You can't suppress their needs They said Boys will be boys They say this as if There's nothing wrong With letting people Have their way Never telling of death And consequence. What sort of parent Takes their child To a brothel To make them a man? What kind of parent Tells their child That there are plenty of fish In the sea? You speak of individuals And objectify your friends Men Women Children Each had a life Wanted to be told That they were meant For so much more But you laugh And say Who needs discipline And self-control? Love is fleeting And fake And you take what you can Without a backward glance Trucks and wagons Bring the cargo You drink with your friends And sleep with a prostitute Never thinking about The youth of their face The loss of their life And how soon They are going To die You laugh it off And say It's their job You think they wanted To be treated this way? You think they're just Your toy? How dare you say Boys will be boys How dare you let Your daughter's immodesty Run rampant How dare you How dare you You take drinks from strangers They'll drag you away And you are someone else's Toy.