Gender is a timely question
For our world and for the lady
With such renown it’s handed down
With seeming certainty, cut precision.
Perhaps avenging past or future failure
Able to empower and conquer too
One must wonder why?
It’s often left in lost and found.
Who can judge to settle all
Render us the equitable call
Will such decision choose a side?
Or call in as a jury hung?
Standing on the sideline seldom mute
Are those who could not care
Sworn to unknown myth all love disowned
Surrendered to the mob their choice to hate.