Thousands of years,

Sat idly wasted (and how many more to come),

Waiting indifferent,

Twiddling our thumbs,

Waiting for the change we want. We hum

And chant, write on paper and speak loudly

Scream and rant, type profoundly.

Effecting no change, it seems

We hope and pray that change will come,

“Without action change can’t come”

Men say, I’ve heard, I’m one of them.

I also hear them say,

“Silence is what I pay for”

Before proceeding to grab some pussy. And still,

To cheers and applause this harassment is met,

By boyish laughter of millions yet,

And votes he gets by women too,

Who knows who these mystery bitches belong to,

They must love servitude,

And significantly less pay,

Lack of respect,

And sexual harassment in the workplace…

Because that’s what they Elect

When they mate these big buffoons

Who don’t respect Mothers, Sisters, Wives,

Dreamers and Lovers too.

Leave those primates be,

Let them rot and wither,

Their palms shrivel from isolation.

We’ll rip their curse in our desperation,

And rid the world of their evil nature

Gaining the humanity we’ve never had,

Isolated in our misogynistic ways of the past.