For thousands of years
as the sun peeked over the horizon far
the mans eye would flutter
awaken to the new dawn

For thousands of years
the women would watch
their men hardworking and strong
off to work, for so long

For thousands of years
he would come back late
dirt on his face
a few coins in his pockets

For thousands of years
she would cook for him
sew and bake and clean
his admiration, she knew was seen

For 60 years
women have discovered
a new job to keep
and children that can wait

For 60 years, the population is full and yet
something odd has occurred.
our sights, hearing and thoughts are fed
but our hearts are sent away empty

For 60 years, the people are watching
the beautiful life we used to lead
pass into ruin because
it does not make the woman "independent"

For 60 years, it is oppression that has silenced passions
silenced our hearts,
our souls,
our thoughts

He who reaps death
famine,
plague,
is no longer far from us.

And so we have filled the void
that we have created from loss of the good
with our habits,
sins,
desires.

A sad fortune to tell
for the past 60 years,
is no fit for the thousands who have gone past
and hopefully the thousands to come.