<The berserker cannibals were approaching,
<we could hear their drums, the howling for blood.
<We all coward in our village hut, awaiting death.
<As the women cried clutching their children, I stared down at them and began to smile,
< They looked up at me and their terror grew!
<Horror overtook them as they knew I was going to oppress them!
<The other men saw and understood.
<They began hooting and yelling with glee as the oppression-gasm overtook them as well.
<Grabbing clubs and spears,
<We yelled out through our malevolent grins “We will protect you!”
<Trying to retain their dignity the women shrieked “NO!!!”
<but it was too late and we were outside the hut running towards our attackers.
<Our oppression powered our counterattack!
<Our attackers could sense our patriarchal prowess.
<Our ability to oppress awed them and they grew confused and afraid.
<One stab me straight through the belly,
<but still in the zenith of my oppression I felt nothing
<and I stabbed my attacker through the eye. My spear thrusted out the back of his head.
<He fell dead, my oppression was victorious!
<We had won, I laid their dying.
<The wailing of the women grow louder as they came forth from their hut:
<now there was no hope for them.
<Their right to be murder and raped had been stolen,
<my blood spouting grin grew only stiffer on my face with joy
<at the irreparable consequences of my oppression over the women forever!
<I could see into the future then, thousands of years ahead of my eminent death,
<a distant progeny of mine named Hillary Clinton would cry in loathing in front of a podium
<proclaiming how “Women have always been the primary victims of war!”.
<It was this moment now that spawns her's and all future generations of women's shame,
<her eventual disgraced existence forced into being by my glorious act of oppression!
<Then my guts busted forth from my wound,
< the spasms squeezing my lungs and allowing me one final breath to scream out:
<“IT WAS MY PRIVILEGE!”