It's the wettest dream put for forth by a patriarch wishing to fulfill their appetites while the female must submit happiness is the highest goal not for all, just his own as the man rules all beheld with his deity blessing all.
Look to pages of holy books dogmas passed down by the elders there you'll find the proof asking gracious to kowtow or should I say graciously there may be no thankfulness when little can be denied to head of house, religious boss.
A universal order must exist with one on top, if that's their wish submission is the natural course this ******* is home grown humility is asked by his god the mate's interests before his own this is the theory put to test when pleasure is taken with hot lust.
The yoke is kind, the load is light dinner at 5:00 please the good wife delivered up for the master's whim based on welfare's pleasure and power's boon in all things, praise the church apologies cover transgressions' hurts foul temptation is power's gift easily satisfied by a velvet fist.
The poem “Blessing All” was written in the spirit of my very visceral reaction to the book / movie “The Handmaid’s Tale”. Set in a near-future New England, in a totalitarian theocracy which has overthrown the United States government, the novel explores themes of women in subjugation and the various means by which they gain individualism and independence. Add this this the stories of women being abused by existing Complementarianism (a theological view held by some in Christianity, Judaism, and Islam, that men and women have different but complementary roles and responsibilities in marriage, family life, religious leadership, and elsewhere), it is no wonder that my poem is very raw.