Susan B. Anthony.
Even those who live within the bars of night-mare..have a dream
And those who seem unlikely can have the verve of Radical
Those scorned as ‘ middle class’ may burn with revolution.
As an Act
And stand for change beyond the furthest star
... no longer seen by dull men’s eyes.
Hot insights lead those plain of coat and hat
To send sharp arrows thru’ the ribs
Of bully martinets
The bull‘s eye of the aim is Androcentric thinking.
Why does America kneel down on bended knee
In worship of her pushy knaves...the Howling Ginsberg
..his addicted sycophants...the drunken buddies
And glory men of war and other killer monocrats...
Before the scantest beam is shone upon the other angle
Women... who fought by deed and word
Using skimp facilities to deal some deadly blows
Against the sergeants of the day.
...’ Resistance to Tyranny. ‘...
Why does America not thank Susan .B Anthony
For this ?
How many even know her ?
Martin Luther King...there’s temples built to him..
Roy Rogers and Dale Evans.... laughable
The shady J.F.K. has angel’s wings
But where is Susan Anthony ?
In her cold grey grave
Beneath the winds of Rochester ?
Remembered only as footnotes on a international page
Dismissed as yesterday ?
I raise my glass to you today
Susan B. Anthony..
Kristine Byrne...2012