Dreamt an army of women for me,
all young, modern, free and joyous,
them shackled, it never meant to be,
did get frustrated me frivolous;
till dawned my failure’s import,
me, a one man army fighting hard
to guide their dreams safely to port,
one man against any chauvnist lord;
I dared defy the world for my girls,
furore rose, their miseries swept,
took on bigoted world in my unruly curls,
alone I fought as they for me wept;
my harsh rage unquelled seeking end,
must free them before I die in next bend.