Put down your paper.

Yes, this concerns you.

Your womenfolk are grieving.

The world that you made,

That you are so proud of,

Is making them weep,

Is breaking them.

And it is breaking you,

But you are too proud to see it.

Come out of your corner,

Take the hand of redemption,

This moment, when it is offered to you

From the women who once loved you

And can love you again.

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