ReInvisioned -- Ghosts Of The Weaving Women

We wrecked these women

History doesn't remember them well



Agememmnon still weeps

  His woman's blood

  Revised by rivers of time



After might killed a city

  The war-crimes tribunal

  Found Helen guilty

  Of being beautiful



Witch-hunts coursed through proud

  Villages hostage for generations

  Of wise women

  In their herbal illumination



Learned man was wiser

Enumerated the prowess of history's heros



The kings of legend

  The maddest Popes

  Unleashed insanity on the women

  In the holy land tears fell



Torquemada ignited

  An orgy of banishment

  Sacred bonfires erase the sex smell

  Fill empty cradles with righteous smoke



We have no lving women saints

  Joan d'Arc's name under the fire

  Before she faints



Demon! The perfidy of the fairer sex!

Beguiling snake whispers in their ears!



More of the monsters have been men

  With bullets and the cross

  Damning words and cattlecars

  The guided munitions

  Find the women



Peek-a-boo! and then a silent library

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is important to me because I feel it captures the unfairness of societal gender-roles.  In case nobody figured it out, the library in question is the one at Columbine.

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