I wrote this poem after reading this excellent post. I’m often mortified by the casual disrespect that men engage in vis-a-vis women, and to my mind, every man is responsible for ending such actions. That anyone would be forced to “erect defenses” for merely living their lives is an absurd notion. Let’s relieve a little human suffering by engaging those of the opposite sex with the same respect we ask for ourselves. If we create a vibrant enough echo perhaps the madness will stop.
The petty and their predations can, therefore, they will. It's that subtle shift of power to force a nervous target still. What right have they that press to pronounce an ill intention? Drown them all in a vibrant echo, and through the flood erect defenses.
