Justice is weak
And stuttered in it's grip.
Who will tend to the meek,
And stand to take the lead?

Gone is the epoch
Of war fought with sticks
And freedom fought with guns and missile.

Today is the age
We claim to have a say.
And the liberty of words
Crave to have its way.

Women of the land
Took the step.
For freedom; they fight,
On the street; they pace.

Stark naked!
They let shame see it's reflection,
Which they took upon themselves.
To carry the plague
For the sins of men
Bask in shameful apparel.

"A burnt dignity!"
Many yelled.
"Shameless creed!"
Few spelt.
But their courage,
"Who can dare?"

Some will see
Or perhaps will read late,
On the mainframe
When the world recounts their tale,
Then, some will relate.
And in the end
It won't be a waste.

In their hearts, I see fire
I hear freedom;
In their eyes I feel love,
For the generation unborn
Their faith is strong.
And hope reborn.
Today, they may seem to us mad!
In the morrow as legend we'll regard.


Apalara Samuel (All rights reserved)
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