A notice is given

Notice within you how much emotion is generated when a child whispers in your ear, or to that of a lover held dear. From within does the value of love begin, of what will you call a sin?

 

A voice of love missing from reality, a human casualty of fear does the woman walk behind the man, a sin of humanity.

 

Yet to everyone is love!

 

Missing is your voice of care, if I may make that a dare.

 

I shall ask the why; in courtship is a smile a tease, dominated by if you please, while the burden of delivery is beyond every man even to me.

 

You have pride you have desire to quell mans warring fire, yet you will sit at home with the children and suffer, or to be treated like a prostitute for the hire, cheapened by the shame sin to stand forth.

 

Your voice is missing, yet not in the wailing of the mothers loss.

 

Stand forth, for without you there can be none of us. You are the hope of humanity; you are the voice of reason that settles a man’s dispute. They will call this a stone I cast at you, yet they will be humbled by the voice of you, you are the missing voice of reason.

 

At every turn in humanity is a woman’s love, the value of nurturing, that value of care, to a scholar a one come take that dare. Yet truth is so hard to bare.

 

Stand forth and come take my dare.

 

In everything you have to hear listen to your heart listen from the courtship of the dare, where everything is quite fair.

 

Where are you, each to a one for we have only just begun…

 

In courtship the fears are many, the worries not so many they come after the decision. It is in love we see the greatest of human behavior, yet we only hear one voice in the decisions.

 

Thus is the enslavement of everything dear. To you the intellect does the next question fall, name one, one society in all of history of warring women that is not myth. A myth of scorn, yet you will not ask for the checkbook of expense from our leaders, the checkbook of make-believe Security, the hug delivered at the barrel of a cannon. In all of the news to the politics of shame, you will not voice a single stain. No matter the talk it’s a 100 to .01 to every care done.

 

Come, come take the dare, oh to the grandmother, of you they hold you in contempt, you who are aged and grand in display, will they say your teeth are not needed for you have said nothing, while burdening you yet again with a tax of estate to maintain their fleet, with no deceit, will you look for something to eat, but of the fruit of being grand will they yet place another demand. Did they, did they ask to listen upon your grandkids, even the ones you call so dear?

 

To you all that remain, to who does a child wail to? To whom do they cry? You. You tell me the why, why you must stand behind.