The Man on the Mountain

A Poem on the Patriarchal Design

Aaren Herron
2 min readDec 17, 2022
Photo by Tim Rebkavets on Unsplash

Do you like my shoes?
Are they colorful enough?
Did you read the news?
It’s not wild enough

When you look at your phone
You can’t read the room
With an unhealthy tone
You isolate the room

You fool
You need
Your space

You know
Your face
Your nation
Your race

You’ve got a message in one hand
And a finger in the other
You’re a species with no plan
And a hatred for all others

You fool
You’ve got
Much space

How much
Will take
Your hate

Like a dragon on mountains
Of golden theft
You slumber with thunder
Your fire roasted chef

Non-discriminatory explosive device
Enforcing your exclusionary life
The other has a mother
And you fucked her twice
While your mother and your father
Sleep in peace all night

Morality held within
Will never help a needing friend
For your purpose of life
Is to take what’s right

For you
Not Them
Not him
Or me

For you
To end
And set
You free

Never mend
Only end
And destroy freely

Never send
Any love
Only hatred please

Never learn
Only burn

Crazy countless cunts of Christ
They pull out pointless meanings and fright
A vain villain vaulting civilians values

For he
For thee
Not we

For one
Not all
Just fall

We’ll watch it all crumble
Till the very end
They’ll burn it a sunder
Never let us mend

Pursuit your fame
Reframe their pain
Control the game
Then change its name

It never ends
It goes over and over

We’ll watch till the end
It goes over and over

Go find a friend
It goes over and over

Don’t fear the end
It goes over and over

It goes over and over
It goes over and over
It goes over and over

It goes…



Aaren Herron

Creative writer working to hone his craft, no longer at the expense of a mental state.