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 is 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 these prison walls

And rush the enemy's camp

Let's reclaim our women from 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