It seems to me that we have a lot of protests these days, but not nearly enough protest songs. This one came boiling up very quickly tonight, inspired by a speech of Molly Ivis’ (duh) and a few fiery young women I know.

The spirit of Molly is rising,
she’s still raising hell, having fun.
Did you think a grave could ever hold her?
Did you think that you’re the only one…

Who thinks about the things she used to tell us?
Who remembers when you fight to fix the world
you might lose, so you may as well go laughing
and the best fun isn’t had by passive girls.

I have seen them, the young women rising
they’re not gonna shut up and sit down
and they may not know about Molly
but they’re bearing her torch and her crown.

They think about the things she used to tell us
They know that when you fight to fix the world
you might lose, so you may as well go laughing
and the best of times are had by rowdy girls.

Take heart, you mothers, friends and aunties,
Though your feet are sore and voices getting hoarse
Reach a hand behind you to your daughters;
They’re marching too, and taking up the chorus.

Let’s think about the things she used to tell us.
Remind each other, when we fix the world
That lose or win, we might as well go laughing
The best memories are made with other WOMEN!

(Note: I think the last word should be shouted. Or if I were singing it to an audience who was likely to be familiar with Seanan Maguire’s work, I might sing those last two words as ”wicked girls”.)