We didn’t burn bras, or foreign goods
Dumped on a hungry nation by a colonial power.
We didn’t strike – unions had been silenced
By the time we marched eagerly into work.

We didn’t complain about sexism in the workplace
Wore our man-boots and laughed it off
In case someone identified us as ‘that’ sex.
We wore new labels, redefined ourselves.

We watched sky-high condos fence in privilege,
Wondering whether to invest. Used nostalgia
To announce the death of communities and safety.‎
We watched the walls of that masjid come down.

Now, we’ve turned organic – to better the world
And us. We drive to gyms, jet set to save the earth.
Trust moral high ground to keep us dry.‎
Time for a new revolution, perhaps?

You heard it here, first.