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It's time...
For a mother
In this mother.

Bring out those tambourines!
Brother Wolf will scream, as
Black, white, and in-between keys harmonize as teams.

It's time!
Let's look the world over
Wise women don't cower.

From the U.S. to Timbuktu, toot on!
First, the weak is made strong
Fair Ms. America now holds the baton.

It's time!
Let's view Parliament or Liberia's Head of Government
Indira, Thatcher, and Golda Meir had presence.

In the morning, a woman's voice
In the heat of day, mix of fem as choice
In the evening; women, too, have cause to rejoice.

It's time we forget Hillary's emails
Some Politicians tell tall tales
Donald Trump will stumble and fail.

Who can cast the first stone?
Why are we bones of one bone?
What King without a Queen holds throne?

It's time we know...
Wise women communicate and shine like stars
Wise women regard all as brothers and sisters.

Have a hand in history's wheel and wagon
Haven't you heard, women were left to carry on
Have not men to women pass the baton?

It's time once again, history is made
Mothers will choose Hillary's name for babes
The White House staff will know of smoother sails.

Bring out your tambourines!
Brother Wolf will scream, as
Black, white, and in-between harmonize as terrific teams.

It's time!


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