Iron Ladies - Bumuh Martin's poem

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Bumuh Martin 

Iron Ladies 

Fearless in thought and in word, and in deed_

What they want to do, they of course, will do;

Without them, dogs will always freely breed...

Bad boys will range all dark nooks and strike too.


Folks dread the curse of stark crones when they boo...

They subdue those dogged men who think they know,

Draw respect from among our street's who's who..

When roosters see grave dames, they fear to crow.


With full pent up spite, they stoop and talk low

Then spit their outrage right into your face;

Make you pick up and eat those boasts you throw,

Then buy you one beer to seal your disgrace.


Our street smarts have learnt to watch their place_

They know all shes are not those shes in need

Whom they can drag and torment without trace...

They now know well that their men pride can bleed.


(c) Bumuh Martin 

Metaphorical Poems 

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