Foul Play
We are struggling to just
Stay above the water.
It feels like we are
Being led to the slaughter.
Every day we fight our
Inner demons.
Going with the flow and
Changing with the seasons.
From the beginning,
Women have been abused.
Beat-up, broken bones,
Battered, and bruised.
A fundamental right has been
Stripped away.
The republicans, a sleight
Hand of foul play.
There is no room
For religious fanatics.
It does not matter if you are,
White, black, Asian, or, Hispanic.
120 years ago, women
Had no right to vote.
You dictate our bodies,
The same as cutting our throat.
Maybe you should walk away,
Leave this alone.
Caution, pretty women can
Become the old crone.
Brings to mind;
Be careful what you ask for.
We are more than
Prepared for the war.
Maybe it's more like,
Pandora's box.
Remember, we're from the
School of hard knocks.
Turbo1904 ?
Copyright © Debbie Middaugh | Year Posted 2022
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