the cunning little ****
born beautiful but runt
everyone sipping
you're always dripping
in the back of the cave
a child bearing slave
from our love and caring
it's freedom we're sharing
it bought a smile for a while
but now a man's role is on trial
it's all women in college
and if power is knowledge
this gift we made
is now a punitive trade
at two rules you are daft
like just we face the draft
unfair is only proper
if it's you that will prosper
it's never enough
you're making it rough
for compassion to appear
at the drop of your tear
if you think that your freedom has been earned
see the map where her freedom is still yearned