Roz Kaveney (rozk) wrote,
Roz Kaveney
rozk

And again Hitchens

7 He praises women

Women are far too good to raise a laugh.
They lie in pain for hours and then give birth.
They have the greatest gift we know on earth.
Life's split and men have got the meaner half.

Men sit around and drink and know the pain
that we cannot create; and so we write
and sit and scribble well into the night.
Finish five essays, fill our glass again.

Women are silenced, raped,killed, so oppressed
that we need to defend them. So men kill
their enemies, again again, until
they're safe from harm, and safe, can take their rest.

And never disagree. For if they should
we would be harsh with them , for their own good.
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