Let the Woman Go.

Haven't you heard her cry?
With a heart so swollen, like a turgid cell,
With poignancy, prejudice, and suffering.
She'd been pulled out of class-- with a hot iron rod;
Still with childhood innocence,
Whilst her little breasts were growing:
Steadily, like an avocado fruit.

Thence she'd never smiled,
After being bartered to a brute.
Hers is to bear dozens like a rat;
And endure beatings from the grandhusband
Whilst his ghosts of liquor are excited still... 

'' Food?.... Not these leaves...''
'' I'm ain't a rabbit...''
But where from?
Thence she's to warm his bed;
Massage the thorny chest,
For another live shot!

My clansmen,
Her matrimonial cell,
Is the devil's sanctuary:
Unchain her; let her go!
And grasp the last rays of the sun,
Allow her to find solace in books--
Open eyes
Thin mind
So she can teach the world,
So she can stand before you,
And vomit sense....