WOMEN ARE PEOPLE!
But women are toiling in them, toiling like slaves.
Are they your goddesses?
Surely the old man raves!
I know the fate of captives and slaves of the East:
They must work till they die, or are sold like a beast.
This man owns them by thousands. They toil amid wheels that grind.
They are his slaves.
The man is mad or blind.
Nay, nay, Daughter of Egypt, he is neither blind nor mad,
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