# Mandate of Liberate

Владимир Сергеевич Коншин

You were born under the sun of L.A.,

Where freedom"s fight was on display.

Raised on tales of women's might,

Seeking justice, seeking light.


Your journey led from coast to shore,

Cuba"s voice, a deep uproar.

You learned that rights were won, not given,

A life in battles, fiercely driven.


Came back home with lessons learned,

A fire in you that always burned.

We met in Tallahassee"s air,

Dreams and ideals, a perfect pair.


Oh, we stood for equality's song,

Side by side, where we belonged.

Till that day when shadows fell,

A shift, a story hard to tell.


Second-wave strength, we joined the fight,

Rights for women, clear and bright.

But whispers started, seeds of change,

A question rising, new and strange.


He spoke of men and silent cries,

Of roles they play and unseen ties.

Warren stood, a voice so rare,

Questioned truths we didn"t dare.


"Look at him," you said with scorn,

"Preaching lies from a world forlorn."

"He"s not wrong," I dared to say,

"Men have struggles in their way."


"Patriarchy-it"s all their reign,

They"ve held us down, we bear the pain."

"But men too face their silent strife,

Their battles lost, their hidden life."


You shook your head, eyes turned cold,

"No room for this, no stories told.

If you can"t see who holds the chains,

Then all our work has been in vain."


Oh, we stood for equality's song,

Side by side, where we belonged.

Till that day when shadows fell,

A shift, a story hard to tell.


I watched you leave, heart in hand,

A divide too deep to understand.

Warren"s words echoed in the night,

Rethinking wrongs, seeking light.


Now I stand with lessons learned,

Rethinking sides, bridges burned.

You walked away, but left behind,

A search for balance in my mind.