Patriarchal Predicaments in Present Tense - a poem

Growth comes gradually in minds of grown
adults surrendering to knowledge that their knowledge
isn't strengthened every which way with advances
in aging. Depending on circumstance harder still
to circumvents global parameters of mind-matter
that grays like coral reefs, on descent into dying,
and whispers of learning are hard-won to enter
ear canal and dominate synaptic passage from one
mass to other. In due time, course can be righted,
and mission resumed, as long as one presumes
to want to continue trek from sloping passage
to dangerous and damming ravines, but to forget
what was learned is another gamble altogether.

Patriarchal conundrums plague populations
of almost-all particular world orders, and demand
subjugation, if that is what was stated, then learned
men cement it so, given credence to heeding words
spoken by long-dead philosophers in far off lands,
mine to think them inter-dimension, not of this plane,
but in further investigation it is quite clearly now,
and here, and further more demonstrated that history
repeats its wash cycle despite decrying contrary notions
by long understood dominators of dominions ordained
by gods, and men. Let record reflect feeble entreaties
to growth, as boss men drag feet in unchaining burden
of being born with ovaries and vaginal walls, being
grown to bear children, and seeming to believe
this to mean only worth is bearing children.

Scholars be contradicted constantly, as passages of time
instruct people towards new directions, but erections
point directions of history, as collectively authoritarian
boss men grab their dicks in fists, and demonstrated ape-like
domination over non-ape peoples. Beating their chests as though
gorilla bred, but having not a speck of simian instinct,
for even close relation does not make us monkey or ape,
and what bonobos do is fine and dandy, but here and now human
beings are a uniquely antiquities species, harvesting wheat by hand
when automation makes work easier, arms weaker, and bonobos
and gorillas, and ape continue with lizard brain mandates.
They speak us alike, but clearly separate our higher brain
functions, and still so many persists to name their penises
president of all. When men stop measuring dicks we may have peace
in our time, but as long as men keep measuring dicks do
we continue to demonstrate our ineptitude to escape mandates
by old dead white men, who wrote laws, and enslaved people.

In what direction does history demand we move, than towards
a direction opposite our genitalia, and into a realm where strengths
are demonstrated on mindful matters, than what I was born as.