There was a brief and hopeful light within the darkness

where sun and flower kiss to paint the skies

and endless miles would stretch untouched by violence

Where daughter’s hand was safer in the wake

But Dawn, she races eastern to the fight

Our battle for the freedom to exist

In solidarity with our human right

To keep our flesh from subjugated fists

To right-wing men who think we are but chattel

Unspoken to the nuance of our flesh

They bray and spit their foaming mouths as cattle

Abusing all the women they enmesh

Our voices are as on in this refrain

May your worthless lives be filed with naught but pain.