The Girl Child

There walks the pride of our nation
A true princess of the people...
Etched on her bare shoulders
Is the very essence of our tribe
Her back bends bearing the brunt
From decades of war
Still she smiles
And takes a determined stride
Towards the sunshine of dawn
So distant is the sickening vibe
Of fathers, brothers, uncles & sons’
Sinful breaths mutilating the virtue of blameless virgins
She sees but chooses blindness
Building a bridge over all wrongs
There stands the sincerity of the motherland
Indeed, who could contend with such indomitable strength
With honor that shields over nations as a mantle?
Arise! Let all people Arise!
And salute a true soldier
A heroine of our time
Our mother, sister, aunt & daughter
For at last!
The blazing torch belongs to the Girl child!