Biters of apples, first ladies of reason,
we will smite you with Science, stump
your tweeting tongue, your lies ev’ry season.
Poison our fruit, mankind will perish, aslump
in a sea of “fake” toxic air. We will crush
the stalks of your rage. How high can you jump
for white private ledges? Our waters will rush
in, flood your golf clubs, mcmansions, pump
your broke schools with fiery breath of our masses –
mothers and daughters and sisters – be *******
while you vent and you vent, we invent lasses
of laughter, sow love for each race, trumpeting
justice for all genders on Earth, we Eves
are not leaving 'til we make it even.