Will the Women Let This Happen?

I want to know the answer;

Will the Women let this happen again?

Will Mothers and Daughters and Sisters and Wives allow Men …

to choose tragedy again?

Will we stand quiet as our sons are led off to fight another war for old men?

Will we fret and knit and pray as their lives and their limbs are torn apart … again?

These supposed leaders, these petulant man-children, pathetic in their pursuit of power.

Will we allow these fraudulent boys, concerned only with toys, without boundaries, exerting their will?

Men that are too old for scolding, too mean to argue with, at what point (and how?) do we end?

With fire to fire? To meet at the battlefield? As they sit in their boardrooms and lairs?

With maps and the trappings of success at their fingertips, seeking something they don’t know, but feel?

I know of these boy-men, these tired old litigants, who argue, who scheme and they steal.

The only true obstinance, the only true battleground lies at the feet of the Women who feel.

Enough with the killing, enough with the suffering! Isn’t there enough being human?

There are babies to feed; children to educate; how can they not see the long view?

Women; we see it. We birth and we tend; we graduate child to adult.

This is our moment. I don’t know the answer. But I know.

 It is not to be quiet.

Jill Loftis