Curve Like a Q
Curve Like a Q
by Riley Lalumendre
Do you want to bear his christian child?
We need more Sons to bear our names and our crosses
Imperialistic dogma rules the land and the seas, the uteruses
More troops on the ground, but not to work the land or farm the crops
Karmic revolution will have no last man alive but a last Woman
The last Woman, to clean up after the Men are done
Tell me my name and now take it with you
Disguising any past accomplishments with male valor
The debt and the blood and the dirt is on our hands
While all the while we’re watched with wringing hands and nervous eyes
A hostage crisis. Women and children first.
Femininity Femininity Femininity
Wrap the world in your arms and don’t let go until it’s fallen into a deep trusting slumber
Tell them what is best but force nothing upon anyone
Guide but do not command
Love like a Mother.
Check out my other poetry and a continuance of the infinite discussion at ReillyThePoet.blogspot.com
Love the matriarchy. Boadicea gets a warm fuzzy feeling from the grave. Very social conscious. I think, at times, the world would be much better off if the women ran it…or if the world ran off estrogen rather than testosterone. I loved the ending: “Wrap the world in your arms and don’t let go until it’s fallen into a deep trusting slumber
Tell them what is best but force nothing upon anyone
Guide but do not command
Love like a Mother.” …mmm. love like a mother. I’ll check out the blog too. Thanks for sharing!