Tradition

A beauty in a woman is her hair

To remain pure the hair stays short

I find that's plain jealousy

While in the dark another's hair he admires

All the best food the men have

Leave the crumps to woman and children

For they are warriors the home they protect

All the while death rises for woman and children 

No proper diet to keep them alive sadly die very young

The menfolk in my society are treated as Kings 

Your wish is at my command are the words of the weaker gender

Deepest respect to them every woman and child gives

A mythology fast fading has seen creating problems in society