Getting opinions across is what poets are supposed to do, so I thought I'd open up a space for serious musing.



Where jubilant parents ply

the age-old trade – marriage.

Brides, a breed apart, meat.


They belong to men, bound

by laws of ancient creeds.

Religion caters for the strong

of the species – a posturing man.


Strength’s in the bearing

of children, in rearing men

and women, to sell.

The End

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