Jesus watches from
a corner in shame
much did he try to
raise womanhood
on a pedestal
the lot of the
suffering woman
remains the same
woman in a mans
world is game
robbed of her
treasury of
innocence
a fallen woman
she became
they her own
children
of her loins
wound
brutalize
maim
disown her
adding her
to ill fame
remember her
as fleeting thought
on woman's day
as a Mothers Day
all in name
throw her in the
dungeons
of an old
woman's home
when she becomes
an old dame
the mound of
her memories
ashes to ashes
dust to dust
the worms
her flesh
her soul
will reclaim
mother
wife sister
a beast of
burden
to proclaim
