we sang
we shouted
wrote letters to the editor
we voted
but
nothing worked
the guilty never
apologised
they got their staff
to express
what they themselves
could not admit
snickering in the game room
priding themselves
on winning the game
whatever and whenever
they are not the rich
not the privileged
not the prized
or prettiest
not the ones who spoke
on stages
in white shirts
not the factory owners
the doctors or the winners
at soccer or hockey
or chocolate factory owners
not even Scrooge
not those we wrote about
in great adventures
putting their lives at risk
trying to control the monster
not the handsome movie star
the tap dancer
or composer of symphonies
these are not to blame
entirely
they are the ones
who wrote the patriarchy
and blamed the witches
those who built muscle
on misogyny
who claimed every voice
a lie if it didn’t praise
the war against the mystery
of life.
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