Once upon a time, when men were gods
Their annoyance was like thunderstorm
There was hen-night but not for the gods
They’re the liege thread-worms in her heart
And pedantically keen on the archaic art to give her anaesthetic dose.
They’re known for punishing offenders
Without rewarding obedience
And cared not for her progress
They killed, maimed and impoverished her
Without rewarding her devotions
She offered fowls, goats, and rams
But gave her nothing
Except the power to undo her fellow.
When men were gods
She was abducted and forced into marital slavery
Many were divorced, dejected and killed
And remained calm outwardly despite being gradually eaten up inwardly
Just as an easy prey accepts its role.
Oh, if I were a woman
Must I be a slave or property?
Or not having a mind of my own?
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