They worked by nights and secret days
To search, to find,
explore the ways
Of nature, maths,
technology.
It set their minds
and spirits free.
When names are
hidden there's no voice,
Though science was
their tool of choice,
They dared not show
their true degree
Of science
knowledge, history.
In time their work
was hailed wide
For insights taken
in their stride
To solve big
questions hard and tough
among their peers
astute and rough.
But were it known
the truth about
These wondrous
minds... Without a doubt
Their work so full
of true surprise
Would not have seen
their work arise.
To grace our
learning in good time
They had to lie
about about their kind.
For women were not
deemed to be
Astute enough for
them to see.
What once was hid,
then truth revealed
Dismissive males
ruled the field
When meeting minds
of equal strength
In women, men would baulk at length.
The glory deemed by
right of rule,
Served by their god
who was their tool
Created by the male
mind
To trample, stifle,
blame, define.
Though times were
changing, still the fight
For true exposure to
the light
For which they
worked so hard each day
Is slipping back the
other way.
A tide of darkness
on the rise
To once again
enslave, despise,
The fundamental
myths of old
Resurgent worldwide,
cruel and cold.
James Noel ©
27th
January 2020
Dedicated
to the Women of the Human Race.
