Woe be woman
whose fate it is to serve.
may thy tongue shrivel
that it spews such falsehoods.
ah, but does not a man pull thy strings?
We are all but puppets
of greater powers.
Puppets? As in the show of life?
Truly, birth doth
draw wide the curtains.
And woman, are thy lines scripted?
In that I can be no one but myself,
I can say only my lines.
So sad, to be so constrained.
It is I who fell for thee.
Thine own role and fate
has ever been written,
while mine own
changes with each breath.
Yea, tho puppet to be,
it is hope, faith and love
that pulls my strings....