Can it be called feminism?

 Should springs be scattered abroad?
Streams of water in the street?
Sweeping away kids and home far,
Wandering for?

Is this feminism?

 Beauty tips on lips 
 as ugly blot of lies
 Ignorance at tongue.
A heart that leads all blinds.
 Feet that tempt.

Is this feminism?

 Now in streets
 Now in squares
 And at every corner 
 Look like dawn
Fair as moon 
Bright as sun

Is this feminism?

 But like  a thirsty traveller 
drinks all kinds of water 
She sits  in front of every tent..
Just like a bird rushing to a snare.