Praise them! Praise Women! br I read his words, then I cried, O these lies br How can a woman’s love lie only between her thighs? br br Foremost I admired him, his work was set on another stage br Later I concluded his words of women were words of rage br br Praise them! Praise Women! br For on the faces of all women you can trace br The elements of sacrificial suffering in their gaze br br To hear him say women are libidinous br Is not hilarious, rather I deem it as outrageous br br The women we all know have it tough br Every aspect of their life is embroiled with rough br Life cycle periodic pains and yet enough is not enough br Their agonising vaginal birth anguish isn’t a bluff br br Praise them! Praise Women! br Why curse the women that raise thee br Wait for you blindly in love while you are at sea br Aid you in your visions of where you want to be! br They bring us joy, love and peace br Something I request no one to dismiss br br If only he could see their potential essence br He may have appreciated their very presence br On earth, women’s love is the voltage of balance br The very reasoning of all kinds of romance br They give rise to our population br By endless copulation and multiplication br Which in turn gives rise to all the nations br br Praise them! Praise Women! br We need them in our mist! br For without them we cannot exist br br Praise them! Praise Women! br Praise onto the women that raise thee!br br Sylvia Chidibr br