For a suckling child, a mother
She lets him drain her
For a sensualist, a play thing
She lets him play her
Each time we respect
And be kind to a woman
Mankind perfects itself
Every time she rises free
From shackles and chains
Mankind perfects itself
She would care with more affection
When she loves herself more
To be the obedient daughter
Loving sister, faithful wife ever so
By J K Roseline
Ron