women man and whatever we have been..the survival

Underneath like women, man and an unborn
The blood the wound and the path
Mellowed down by the facts of the past
You smile and whine
Fill my core with none of mine
Waves of agony
Ripples of thought
Did we forget the number of battles we had fought?

The is not a day to start
Nor an evening to end
Slain and the slayer
The man and the moon.

Mend and amend
The power and the poverty
Pride and persistence
The women and the water