Who comes to ask of justice from her son?
Now to the voter—tax-payer (or shirker),
Please lay your private feelings on the shelf;
O Man-at-large! Friend! Comrade! Fellow-worker;
I am a human being like yourself.
I’m not your wife and mother. Can’t be, whether
I would or not: each to his own apart;
But in the world we’re people altogether—
Suffrage is not a question of the heart.
Son—Father—Brother—Lover unsupplanted—