I see you laugh down
The throats of women who have seen
Hell in their husbands eyes
I hold my breath as
You put on sheep’s clothing and call
God’s temple not good
I watch you build an
Altar for them not realizing
You are burning yourself
How long will the blood
Of your daughters cry out to you
From a weary earth
How long will the wolves
Go home with the sheep keeping them
Silent, slaughtered at home
It keeps me up at
Night, waiting for the sun to come
For it to be safe
To even come home
