For whoevers first will be last, and vice versa

Here’s a poem I just read, written by I. P. Freeley

In a world, where a man is forbidden to plant certain seeds…

In a world, where a man needs a state to certify his marriage and register his kin…

In a world, where a man is tempted by the devil at every turn…

In a world, where a man is told that his masculinity is toxic…

In a world, where a man, who’s free of thought, is called a criminal…

In a world, where a man is unwillingly turned a slave…

Is not a world God is happy about.

The end is near.

Rejoice.