March to oblivion

We shared our light so that you could bloom but you crave the sight of a thousand suns.
We didn't know we were digging our tombs as we gave you your vote in our political runs.
Men took a step back to give you some room but many have fallen from the haves to the nones.
Now it's my body, my baby, my choice and my womb with no apologies as you tear out our sons.
There once was enough when it was bride and groom but this is the difference of dividing twos into ones.
Discontentment and envy turned blue skies to gloom and it's no longer a picnic with five dogs and ten buns.