More matriarchy, less patriarchy

Like rain water collecting on a single pitiful leaf,

Or the first snow visiting its white burden on a delicate branch,

Nature groans under the weight of her own subjugation,

So it is with my heartsick tale of humanity,

A million souls before me, cry out,

Pleading for reprieve from the avarice possessing their fellows,

They tear at my ventricle, a lifeline woefully lacking in heft,

Too numerous, they,

Perhaps only a mother’s touch,

Indeed a mother’s reign,

Can stanch the tears and bloodshed,

For it is nature that beckons mothers,

And motherhood, with its immeasurable fortitude,

The wherewithal,

That gives me pause to consider

Another hopeful day