Rescue Operation

They're out there men While we're in here Packed like sardines Gazing through the chain link Dreaming of them 'on the outs' They are out there Needing us Broken and torn Bent under a burden of shame Up on the tables Lost in men's laps Wrapped around a pole Spread wretched for all to use Ragged and needle-tracked Drunk, used and forgotten Those are our women, men How can we stand in the face of this This ins not the way for us That's my bride there The other  one is yours The mothers of our children to be And here we sit seemingly helpless But it is not so If you will but listen For this voice cries out From the wilderness I call Restoration! Life for us all! Especially these daughters of Zion What are we waiting for? Let's hurdle the prison walls And rush the enemy's camp Let's reclaim our women form destruction God gave them to us But we are complicit in their degradation Repent! Hell yawns before you But the gate to heaven is open And the Father would show us The greatest party of all Come with me, men, I'm going in Devil be damned, I'm going to win -Stephen Pursell, 6/24/02