The day that patriarchy dies

It's not that I dream of revenge, it's that I know that it's coming. The patriarchy knows it's coming. <br><br>One day, we will stand at the gates of their gleaming white buildings pointing at the charred remains they have left us of the world. How much money will you have then? Where will you buy food when all of our groceries burn? When all of the trees burn to ash, when all of the oceans bleed with plastic. <br><br>When all of your towers of wonder and might reach the sky as burnt out shells. When your stocks are worthless, when your bonds are trash. When even the gold has melted, after the cities burn. <br><br>When the teens and the children and the elders and the parents and the families don't agree with your money hoarding destruction anymore. When your money is green pieces of paper in a pile of ash. When your children are starving with their iphones, and their big houses stink of mold. When all of the power plants have melted down. <br><br>The world is going to burn from your greed, and patriarchy will be the very first thing to go up in those flames. <br><br>The day that patriarchy dies, there will be no patriarchy left. <br><br>It will have tortured itself to death. <br><br>Burning on a pyre of greed, rape, arson, and power. Sending the toxic men running. <br><br>And the earth will heal, and the air will be cooler. And the oceans will clean their own waters, and the dirt will bloom again. <br><br>And the men will wonder, how could it ever have come to this?<br><br>And we will tell them, this is what happens when you rape the world, and we will hold them accountable. <br><br>The day that patriarchy dies, <br><br>The day that patriarchy dies <br><br>The day that patriarchy dies.