Decree of the Magi

A rib from my chest removed with great pain

is a price I gladly pay, It is to me a bargain for I gain

What is it you may ask?

A slave or a toy if what you seek?

Not a slave to cook and clean

For I have two strong hands to do this

Not a simple toy for me to play with

For I have a mind to for me to use

What is it you seek?

What could worth so much pain?

What could be worth a rib?

Are you just an insane man?

No (except I may be mad), what I seek is a purpose

A gentle opposite that is my duty

One with a mind and one with value

For without such a thing, we men are worthless

Who is this? You may ask?

Those of the gentle gender all have value

All have minds, even thought some may deny it

They are man’s purpose and they deserve kindness

When others claim that they are worthless

Let it be know that they have value in my eyes

When others claim that they are just meant to be used

Let it be know that I view them without such distaste

For men who take and never give back to this purpose

Let it be know that these men are pigs in the eyes that truly matter

For men who abuse the purpose

Let it be known that the men are nothing in the eyes that truly matter

This is my decree, the decree of the Magi

For the eyes that truly matter are me and the Creator

For we see the beauty more clearly than the simple minded men

For we both value the gentle gender