Engraved in our memory, the harm that was done.
Our Mothers, the witches. They banished and burned.
All of our Sisters were killed and abused.
By sword-swinging men, who would always accuse,
The worst of a woman who fights for her right.
To be where we belong, at the front of the line.
Tired of silence and being polite.
Your legs turn to shimmering scales in the night.

Sing the song of the sirens,
Summon the sailors in town.
Strangle the fear of deciding which ones deserving to drown.
Hold them by their necks, lift them from the ground .
Dont let them breathe, laugh at their frowns.
Demolish their homes, destroy their town.

Sing the song of the sirens,
Summon the sailors in town.
Strangle the fear of deciding which ones deserving to drown.
Guillotine their heads and shout
"Cut em off, leave waters red."
Dont hesitate to gift them with a permenant bed.