When all of the dust has settled
And the virtue-signallers have moved on
Will you allow us our spaces
Or will you still want us gone?
When it's no longer trendy
To declare yourself "enbee"
And your flags have been folded away
When injustice affects your sisters
Will you find something to say?
When the activists have found a new focus
And gender gets barely a mention
And your "identity" can't find its locus
Tell me, what will you do for attention?