Dear men,
dear fathers,
dear husbands.
Dear perpetrators,
dear annihilators.
Perpetrators of
emptiness,
numbness.
Willpower torn to bits,
turned to ashes,
the same way
our mother Earth
has turned to ashes.
Mothers,
women,
life-givers
turned to death-takers
and sin-eaters.
A life full of pain,
there might be a way.
What can I say
to the woman of today?
No love,
just hate.
A woman who’s
no longer a man.
A woman who’s
now only of use to men.
Shallow the life
of her, who’s to blame?
Anger,
riot,
insurrection,
rebellion.
Dear men,
dear fathers,
dear husbands.
Dear perpetrators,
dear annihilators.
Mothers,
women,
life-givers
turned to death-takers
and sin-eaters.
A life full of pain,
there might be a way.
What can I say
to the woman of today?
A life full of pain,
there might be a way.
What can I say
to the woman of today?