We can write of battles and sing of wars
count the dead and keep the scores
but the tragedies hidden in history
the poor wee stories we rarely see
Mothers mourning absent sons
children cold in front of guns
waiting women for the pain
of knowledge that their men are slain
Women make up half the world
give birth to all like flowers unfurled
but history seems to look past them
and cram our books with such great men
In ancient distant Celtic days
the women wise in every way
would help and march beside the men
to guide and heal and be with them
Christian laws came to make them weak
took away their power to speak
stopped the midwife and nature's nurse
said they were witches with a curse
So men at most are children wild
so rarely fit for life great trials
and as a care worn specimen
my love is strained for fellow men
The world does change and we can grow
now women heal and use life's glow
to challenge in a subtle way
all of men's damage done today
Easier to take life than create
and to vilify love and strive to hate
but if we stop and count the score
how many women started a war?
Feb 25, 2011
Feb 25, 2011 at 9:03 AM UTC
We can write of battles and sing of wars
count the dead and keep the scores
but the tragedies hidden in history
the poor wee stories we rarely see
Mothers mourning absent sons
children cold in front of guns
waiting women for the pain
of knowledge that their men are slain
Women make up half the world
give birth to all like flowers unfurled
but history seems to look past them
and cram our books with such great men
In ancient distant Celtic days
the women wise in every way
would help and march beside the men
to guide and heal and be with them
Christian laws came to make them weak
took away their power to speak
stopped the midwife and nature's nurse
said they were witches with a curse
So men at most are children wild
so rarely fit for life great trials
and as a care worn specimen
my love is strained for fellow men
The world does change and we can grow
now women heal and use life's glow
to challenge in a subtle way
all of men's damage done today
Easier to take life than create
and to vilify love and strive to hate
but if we stop and count the score
how many women started a war?
Naive I know
a little sad
I don't know
if good or bad
thinking on
men's selfish strife
my woman friends
brought back my life
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