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Let us write something now
About the Kings before which we bow
Of the things we say as we vow
In those large mansions of lights
As we sell off our life rights
In submission to freedom of pain
That mounts day after day; again and again.

Let us speak out our mind
These always shall remind
Us of,
The insults we tolerated
When,with assaulters we cooperated 
Covering up for their wrong
That our stay in their custody we would prolong.


Talk of how we left our jobs to be wives
Yet we struggled to escape from knives
Sat on the cold floor, trying to wipe away our tears
While the nourishment of our weakness thrived into our fears
We gave birth to children that became baits 
That kept us wrapped round our husband's fingers.
 Even so,we never got our respect
We waited for a new beginning while they slept
We tried to talk to them and were trashed
And the remains of our love were splashed
Like the thin soils onto which rainwater drips
Like the pain a hurt leg bears as it leaps
Through the thorns and pins
With the pain cutting deep through our skins.

The church rules we complied with 
We walked the walks of old Smith
By bending low to culture
To keep our dreams from the cruel rapture
When the chiefs would disregard us
And send us off the village with just one ass
To a land they named elsewhere,
Where our power would be claimed by Blaire
Till we ceased to exist in actual sense
Like you even ever did.

Through writing it here on paper,
We are not condemning them
But bringing to their understanding how it hurts
To be yelled at, ignored,battered;
And enslaved or hurt in summary.
How unfair it is to live in a monopoly
With only our men making rules for us to follow
And calling us wicked and aduleters when we say anything.
We've been silent from the day of our vows
Because not even our inlaws or parents believed us.
That's why we have to pen it here
That our darling sunshines can read it
As they grow and look towards our seats
Which are ablaze and not pleasant to take rest on.

To our dear men,
We want you to change and 
Handle us like your promises said
Ts all we ask of you
For the tears are drying us up
And our words no longer count
Because you have deprived us of our courage.
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