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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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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.