![]() The FeministA Poem by Laz K.Should you ever wonder why she Marches in the street and shouts, Fist in the air, beating her brow, Know that she was born to a Mother whose mother was Taken and carried away like A sack of potatoes, game meat, A tightly bound bouquet of Wildflowers or fragrant herbs Picked from the forest floor So that she might make A balm for sick men, and their Depraved souls’ aches and pains. Justice is blind today, but her eyes Will be wide open tomorrow, and God help those caught in her glare. If you knew, you would not dare Take fruit forbidden, ravage Eden To sweeten your bitter palate. Let us tend to our garden hand in hand, Lest we turn Paradise into a Barren, desolate wasteland. © 2025 Laz K.Reviews
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