IT IS STILL A MAN'S WORLD

[ Dedicated to the better half of our society.]
 
Masses of vegetables,
Bills of gas, electricity,
Early morning breakfasts and late night dinners
And there in between
Those hectic rush hours.
She is vigilant as a soldier.

She is the earth herself
Good or bad,
Hatred or love
She imbibes everything.

She carries the faith of her family with her
Secures grand confidence
The great endurance of her.
She is a woman.
The struggle is eternal
And her defense is eternal.
Intense sarcasm
Never ending repudiation
Her endless prevalence.

She is valiant.
Worthy of high stature
But always grounded by the opportunists,
No one for her redemption
But herself.

Afraid of the company of strangers
She looks for a hand to hold
But every hand is dirty
Dirty from the greed,
Dirty from the lust.
A company of villains

She screams inside
Her darkest fear is near
And then she dies.

A star is lost.
A smile is gone.
Soldier reached her martyrdom. 

And in the end
It is still a man’s world.