A monument to
Patriarchy rises where
Emerald once was plenty
Now all grey and jaundice
I often wonder
What the world would look like
Had the matriarchs run the show
And life were of feminine design
A monument to
Patriarchy rises where
Emerald once was plenty
Now all grey and jaundice
I often wonder
What the world would look like
Had the matriarchs run the show
And life were of feminine design
Sometimes
You don’t quite
Get it right
But it’s OK
To get it mostly right
Or at least somewhat right
Just so long
As you’re
In the right
And should I find
A mountaintop
Who’s to say
I find the one
Reserved to some
Refused to those
Who’ve never known
The pinnacle