Chain Of
Command
She
returned to the fold where there’s no freedom to behold
I
witnessed the difference in you and it wasn’t the winter cold
From care
free and flowers in your hair
Now you
have to worry in case you dare
Patriarchal
society seeks constant anxiety
Demands
the female variety be a subservient entity
Emotionless
description delivers reality’s conscription
Raised
since birth to follow societal instruction
But
governed by religion untouched by reformation
Indecent
culture where judgment’s according to womb production
See the
patriarchs carry the children as trophies
She has
no decision from cradle thru’ derision
Fear and
control are the patriarch’s weapons
But fear
also rules his ingrained superstitions
And
control too is his crutch, clinging to belief in a vengeful divinity
This damn
human curse set for infinity
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