Where are those valiant women
striving for the seemingly
unattainable?
Who alienated their sisters,
angered their brothers
and died in their quest
for justice
and fairness.
Did the chains chafe?
How did the hunger gnaw at your stomachs?
Will you again fight in your combat gear
of bustle, corset, buttons, lace and laces?

Will the banners once more be unfurled,
proclaiming equality?
Or will another have to die beneath
the galloping hooves
of an age-old hierarchy?

No. No need, no problem.

Stilettos click and
pink trainers occasionally
pad across the echoing Sunday School Hall.
And polling cards lie discarded
under the pizza boxes
and milk cartons
and wine bottles
and chocolate wrappers...

You died for me?