Poem:

There’s a battle raging  now,

And going on and on;

“T is a woman’s rightful battle

That must be fought and won.

No doubt, her passion to correct

Our world of ills and wrongs

Deserves the recognition that

She be where she, indeed, belongs

Within the ranks of human skill

Where she excels and can

Compete with fervor equal to

Or better than a man.

How often had she once excelled,

Yet counted out and left

Cold in the blizzard of despair,

Frostbitten and bereft.

With many of her deeds undone

By man’s injustice crude,

Exempting her to hold control,

Except that of her brood.

Centuries of old taboos

And fetishes of man

Till now sustains his arrogance

And egotistic plan

To force her and keep her beneath

His status to uphold

Traditions strange to this new age –

An age not just of gold,

Nor money, nor his male prestige,

But one where he and she

Together build a solid front

For every soul that’s free,

Until the ills of ages past

Turn to beacons of

Equality and justice in

The myriad fields of love!