"MEN" No they are not all the same out there Shouting lies can not become truths They keep on giving and giving and giving Working hard to make your perfect living Never annoyed with it or complaining Yet All they ask you for is appreciation That affectionate look of respect And keeping harmony and content But you keep on whining and crying About things you haven't obtained yet Forgetting all the things you already possess As if the wind of gratitude never touched you And you call them the wicked ones? Rethink and look back down the memory lane Every single time they got your back Supporting you in all those hardships As if they were created for this For providing for their families For crushing under societies And yet you call them all the same For one single time you weren't treated the same How selfishly you carry this behaviour While you proudly call them self-obsessed