PROTEST
Back when I was a shiny youth
I marched upon a rainy street
A wild sea of women talking with their feet
I heard the thunder of a thousand voices shout
In righteous anger for our right
‘Reclaim the night’
‘Reclaim the night’.
Then in my burnished middle years,
I saw a million women rise,
For an end to domestic violence,
we chanted at the skies,
And again a tumultuous sea of women,
In their anger roared,
NO MORE, NO MORE, NO MORE!
Now in my tarnished age
I hear a million, million voices soar
An insistent susurration along a thousand shores.
ME TOO, ME TOO, ME TOO.
And when a million, million voices speak,
THEY ROAR!
This time let no mean no forever
And let forever mean forever more.
Meg Williams
FebulousFebruary 2025: Lost and Found 
Comments on: "day three" (5)
thanks for the memories and reminder the struggle still goes on….loved the pace and structure …felt like I was walking in time
Great piece and so true feel like we are going backwards
Love the language..’burnished middle years’ yep feel that and all the million foot fall, strikes me as so sad too
yes fantastic, you capture the continuation of a struggle that should have been done and dusted already and the collectivising it causes x
Yes, it is a little sad that we fight the same battles over and over. It is also very positive that we never give up!