It’ll get me into trouble, but sure what odds. Sometimes you have to speak out.
I noted with ire, an absence of women,
Their acts and scenes, unbidden.
A lack of words, from these other humans,
Their voices profound and vibrant,
Does this state, this art, no service;
Commemoration, serves no purpose
When their actors’ lines are suppressed.
Regret was expressed, but unaddressed;
This nation’s prejudices, once more exposed.
And this solitary man is confused;
Why do my sisters have to complain?
Surely we don’t have to do this again?
Whether it’s plays or bodily integrity,
In this Ireland of equals, there’s no equality.
That proclamation espoused egality,
And women fought for our liberty,
But God forbid we’d hear them now,
For men upon men have told us how,
There simply isn’t enough quality
In the words these women have to say.
Well fuck that for a lark,
We’ve had enough of living in the dark.
Damn the decision makers,
The apologists and the dream breakers.
We can be our own nation wakers.
I’ll stand with the writers, directors,
designers, actors and crew;
These outdated notions, we’ll eschew.
And if in the Abbey, I never use my pen,
At least I’ll be able to say my Amens
To the women standing against prejudice,
And applaud the waking feminists.