*THE
WORKER*
Brisbane July
7, 1894
A Plea for
Woman Suffrage.
Upon
the roughest coalfield,
There
doing roughest work;
Within
the closest factories,
Where
vilest poisons lurk;
Out
in the boiling sunshine
Weeding
fields of corn;
Stopp'd
only commence again
Ere
morning light be born.
Behind
the counter standing
From
early morn till night;
In
a dreary garrett stitching
Beside
some fading light;
In
a printing office working,
Behind
a clerk's desk, too,
With
men in a workroom toiling,
All
this may woman do.
But
when new laws are wanted
To
defend her failing health,
To
keep her a step above the serfs
Of
the ancient men of wealth.
And
when disputes are existing
As
to who will frame these laws,
To
say which man is the fittest
To
bring in this wanted clause.
Just
to name on a piece of paper
The
one whom she thinks best
To
have – when the same work she's doing
The
same right as the rest.
To
say what she knows is best for her sex,
For
justice good and true;
To
have a word where herself is concerned,
This,
woman may not do.
And why may woman not do this,
If
at hard work she's toiling?
Why
must she always work and save,
Starvation
to keep foiling?
Why?
- if as some have of times said
That
woman is too weak
To
do the same as man can do
Why
must she work but yet not speak?
It
cannot be weak intellect
Which
keeps her still behind,
For
'mongst lawyers and professions all
Her
name we can easily find.
And
it cannot be her courage
Which
has not strength enough
To
bear her through political wars
After
facing others more rough.
So
it cannot be through any just cause
That
woman must have no say
In
the laws which man may make for her,
And
which she must only obey.
But
if they are wrong she must not complain
Or
dare to ask it anew;
For
to make a law for herself is a thing
Which
woman may not do.
A. L.
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