Genderwar Stories

After the first wave of nuclear strikes in the west, civilisation as we knew it was still intact. We still had our jobs, the supermarkets were still operating and nobody had lost their humanity yet. After the second wave of nuclear strikes. Civilisation was holding on for dear life. Jobs had been abandoned, the supermarkets were battling grounds and we had a small group of humans; the rogues we call them. The underbelly of society we had neglected. The poor, the working class and the silent criminals had begun their rampage. Rape, Death and Suffering unfolded in abundance. After the third wave of nuclear strikes. Civilisation had completely crumbled under the weight of hunger, death and scarce shelter. The network was down, no internet, no entertainment and no porn. Humanity .... only the privileged; the aristocrats we call them, had the luxury of having such honour. The rest of us had to switch it off.

It is said that poetry sees and speaks from the heart, love and Truth are the major content of good poetry. In this piece, I wrote my truth, with love in these lines of poetry.

this will be a random book of my thoughts.

What if you stumble upon one of those women who claim they hate men? And what if several of these women start their own “we-hate-men” club? And what if you have to investigate the murder of a man whose wife was a client to this club? And what if… you are a man? "-There is always war between men and women. Love is a battle that is meant to be won by only one and the battlefield is your life. You gamble your life when you decide to take part in this war. You place your heart on the table and say: “here, this is what I will lose if I lose this war”. But that does not go with men. They don’t put their hearts on that table. They put their ego as the most precious dish they have to serve. What is one ego compared to one heart?! That is why we do this. That is why we chase after those heart-eaters and wring out their egos… the essence of their souls."