Mothers, ..

Mothers, Daughters, Sisters

We kept our own slate and made it clean
As we placed the female only in our dream.
Always on the periphery and that seldom at best
To do the washing, cooking and cleaning and all the rest.

OK. to wash and iron the garments but never to wear
Who started all this B.S.; are they hiding somewhere?
How egotistical those who wore the pants as a male
And religions and civilizations wonder why they often failed.

Where were the Mothers who produced the Grecian intellect
Were they hidden, kept as slaves or did they belong to an unknown sect?
Where were the women of the Roman era and time
Even today we treat our women in words that malign?

Man has done wonders on this earth, in the sky and the water
Then they started to sacrifice their own sons and oft times their own daughters.
They have excluded the mind of women from their councils of war and peace
Some as a renewal of faith that was in dire need of a new lease.

From most religions they were excluded and had little role
As though they had something different from their eternal soul.
They who through history have kept all religions together
More faith than man, for he usually said, "Never."

The heads of every religion and civilization came from a Mother
Would they deny or treat each one of them as just another?
I wonder who did the wash, cleaning, cooking and such
It was the women and men didn't acknowledge their role and work very much.

~Chuck Hurley~

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