She was a wrecking ball of a woman
Her hair almost touching her waist
She had swung some kind of super mallet
Destroying the shelves of the library
The thing even ate through thick reading tables
concrete walls and statues
No sacred piece was spared
The mess was incredible
white concrete dust came flying out of the building's entrance
A cocaine orgasm
No police were there that day
Infact people had left the capital in panic
So she kept smashing it all down
Even the books
Shouting all the while of the cursed patriarchy
screaming until hoarse
Virtually unstoppable
Smashing floor plaques and trophies
Never stopping for one moment to realize
all of the authors were now women
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