To maids it is a pain to love but tis to men a pleasure
They freely can their thoughts explain whilst ours must burn within
We have got eyes and tongues in vain and truth from us is sin
The hunter within knows the games afoot; what’s not free is stole
While we pray they be gentle with us, our body and our soul
No longer must we shyly smile nor sit idly by and wait our turn
No longer can we be suppressed nor will we be taciturn
Thus by equal laws must all comply and neither sex oppress
No longer is it a pain to love but til for all desirous
I heard him say you cannot delay
His words seemed meant just for me
So far ahead of his time was he.
His words came from his prophet’s soul
We’re almost to our Promised Land goal
Simple, straightforward and very clear
They clung so fiercely to my ear.
Behind him sat the one who set the path
His words created so much wrath
I know his words and am compelled
And yet that division must be quelled.
Over half a million lives was the cost
For four long years were state lines crossed
Until, at last, the Generals words did agree
All of our nation needed to be free.
Their words were indeed very fine
But actual change must now be defined
We need to figure out what needs doing right now
There’s still more work to do somehow.
Any solution will be far too rare
Making it work would be a nightmare
Plus another generation to have any effect
Someone’s words will argue a hurtful defect.
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