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(Penned in my morning-tea break at The Correspondence
School, on the occasion of New Zealand Poetry Day, 20 July 2001,
with apologies to John Keats)
I know not what Superwomen
I may yet meet,
Nor what great victories
they may recount,
What aborted innocents
lie at their feet,
What marginalised ex-fathers
their children count;
What boys with ADD have
female teachers,
What dull Ms-achievements
the media trumpet,
Why blatant untruths the
Law not impeaches,
Why a mere male man ranks
less than a strumpet.
So -- long may the party
last !
Long may the Sisterhood
cast
Its fictional truths and
ignore the stenches,
'Till the ghosts of reality
arise from the trenches !
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