Dead Joseph Hill sang some lyrics
Of women rioting in the kitchen
Who downed their spoons and went on strike
Saying, ‘all we want are equal rights’!
In jack boots, they marched to God
On soap boxes, they demanded repatriation
Protesting the curse of a man’s world
That places no value on a woman’s worth
Reversing the roles that knit society
Plunged the world to face into travesty
Of cuddling the pain of empty homes
Where alpha male becomes the drone
Proving themselves prolific breadwinners
Turned them leaders of the pack
Yet they still turn around and chant
Dude, why don’t you be a man!