Poem 23: A Tribute to Francis Dana Barker Gage “We Will”
Our future to see
What will our injustice and cruelty flout
cleaning up the historic debris
as we exercise our newfound clout
The politicians with all the words of know
will no longer have their show
They will be put where they belong
singing a soulful begrudging song
Those who have been called gentle
will have their say, in more ways than one
No longer accused of being temperamental
For them, the instructors of our law will be done
The wars that kill us, in the name of country
Their ignorant cry of bounty
There will be a peaceful transaction
of good towards our neighbour’s station
Corruption, fraud and lies
Not permitted in the new party’s world
I hear the angry impatient cries
that will roll out the carpet of dreams unfurled
Those drunken men of wife and child
No longer permitted in their inns so wild
The dens of iniquity shall be destroyed
and the many numbers of our grace employed
It is time for the voice of suffrage to abound
and never stop until the old force is thrown
We know the answer, it has been found
and the new winds of victory blown
