Be a man, they said,
But a man without his wife
Is a king without a kingdom
A government with no country,
A parent with no child,
A teacher with no classroom,
To be a man is to command,
To control, to manipulate,
To discipline, to rule over,
The meek wife, that was you.
You had one job: to venerate me
So how can they expect me to sit,
On a fruitless throne and a barren land?
What man am I, without his lady fair,
What am I without my control?
