Thursday, 20 December 2012

Powers Near Unlimited

Come one, come all and get in
to my new religious group.
We only want the women,
but we’ll keep men in the loop.
The men can join but must commit
to doing menial motions,
and also must accept the bit
that there are no promotions.
The women, though, will live so well
and will think they have such rights
as to imagine they can pick and tell
who might live or die.
Powers near unlimited (and here you’ll drop your jaw),
of expecting consultation
in all parts of civil law.
Our group of girls will toe the line,
and dedicate our names
to making sure and certain
that our ships all sail the same.
We’ll decide to be dead set against
the granting of such rights
as medical help and treatment
for men about to die.
Sure what will we care in our gang?
So long as we’re OK.
We could claim a higher power rang
and told us what to say.
We could decree, wait ‘til you hear!
That we won’t have children too,
but make sure that we interfere
when other people do.
It’ll be some craic, all fun and games,
ladies, are you in?
Don’t worry, there’s no shame
when it’s in the name of a religion.

(Explanation: This links up to a letter I wrote to Enda Kenny : http://musingsofahostagemother.blogspot.ie/2012/12/i-am-worried-for-future.html )