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
Has brought her to the forefront 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, but counted out and left
Cold in the blizzard of despair, frostbitten and bereft.
Many a deed had been undone by man’s injustice, crude,
Exempting her to hold control, except that of her brood.
The centuries of old taboos and fetishes of man
Till now sustains his arrogrance and egotistic plan
That she be forced and held 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 may turn to beacons of
Equality and justice in the myriad fields of love.