Anarcha - War on Women

Three names in place of all the ones that weren’t allowed to speak

Thirty times they faced the wall while men practiced their new techniques

It’s not black and white, but it is

Because the only records are his we can’t drown in his ink

Don’t forget these stories are linked

I wish these monuments were built with these important men inside them

Case in bronze and stone while they still breathe

At least when we see all these smug looks on their frozen faces

We’d know they were rotting underneath

Not doomed to repeat

Three years of exploitation, «that's just how it was those days»

Three statues celebrating all the bodies, all their pain

Forced to hold each other down, drugged to muffle screaming sounds

Not knowing who’d be next

Progress, but at whose expense?

I wish these monuments were built with these important men inside them

Case in bronze and stone while they still breathe

At least when we see all these smug looks on their frozen faces

We’d know they were rotting underneath

Please, it can’t repeat

How long must we wait before these pillars of men crumble and fall?

Yeah, we rope them up to drag them down

To desecrate their public graves

Yeah, we lifted you up instead of your mothers

And your daughters, these women

Your wives, your maids, your servants, and your slaves

We’re tired of waiting

The bigger the guilt, the harder they fall