independence and free will,
and the right to her own body,
have been marinated in rhetoric,
then skewered and cooked to a crisp
over the flames of righteousness.
they queue up like hungry
savages or convicts at mealtime,
knife and fork in hand,
pushing and shoving as they wait
their turn to have a piece of her.
would you like some tea with that?
Written for Mag 112.
Happy Easter, All.