One more creation was abandoned
Neglected by incapable lads
Flocks to clueless herdsmen
Sheep with feckless purpose
Drooling to episodes of their disgusting chivalry
Their gold and silver were made of flesh
Trophies of broken women and promises
- Foolish sons and uncles
Daughters and aunties are creators
They watch the night like fearless combatants
Between the wretch of men and the future
These women stood like guardians
Ready to take every blow, every curse, all the crap
Just because one more creation will survive
- Believing lasses
God created man in His image; I didn't say that, I read it from a book.