What would this life if woman free,
be for someone such as me?
Bereft of love, warmth and joy,
that have all stood close,
since I was a boy
Soft to touch, soft to hear,
soft upon a listening ear
Words to calm,
words so sweet that quell the anger hid so deep
Not always did I heed their words
Choosing my own instead of those,
who knew more of this cruel life,
than men; who only know of painful strife
Men are cruel
War they bring,
on the heads of everything
Whilst women soothe away the pain,
that’s been caused for such little gain
Men shout loud with intent of fear,
whilst women sing of beauty;
so deep and dear
Songs of love,
passion and joy that I have had since a boy
I wish I’d listened more to them,
than fought the battles that I’ve been in
Then perhaps I would not ache
in so much pain and with such compliant.
© 2013, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.
