Let passion be a weapon,
Men heard the women speak!
They raised their voices to fit,
And compassion faced us.
Growth of legs begged us
To see and delet the reading of eyes.
Eyes saw more of the lenses,
They entered the creation,
Their spoken words were a gift.
I saw swords erasing my enemy,
As more villages discovered men.
Never do men in that way beam
On women of the past.
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