The population claims that for justice it strives.
For everyone to have the chance to pave their way.
But with so many rules for how one contrives,
Many are left with nothing to say.
From female eyes, easily conceived is the distaste.
The volcanic prejudice was never dormant.
Revolutionaries assemble to act post haste.
Man the gates for the 51% who will storm it.
The Feminist movement is like a plastic sandwich.
It is set for the first course but is derailed.
Well what do you expect? Women planned it.
In the face of ridicule perspective is nailed.
The sandwich is seen as something for child’s play.
Suffer in silence; your plastic is worthless.
But, still serve the 49—pickles on the side by the way.