The Rebelling Underground
She is unafraid, unwavering in the violent storms
The unforgiving winds demanding her erasure
With vigilant determination, she demolishes them
Sheltered by the earth, and known to the skies
The Underground, births her Revolution
Claiming the power of being invisible
And the torment of imposed silence
Like the nighthawk she prowls
the labyrinths of dark, unlit cities
She-the master shapeshifter, hunter of freedom and justice
Undeterred, she enters the doors of her disappearance
Edges refined, over lifetimes of passing through
Cemeteries and detention rooms
From where the dead screamed
Witness to the dwarfed human intent — to battle for her, with her
A war of no restraint
A war without guns
A war of ideologies
A war on women
The war that shames us all
Muted Gods will need her voice
Wounded people will need her solace
And the spineless men-her Courage.
She holds them all, with an unflinching gaze
There has to be faith in better days
In this country of blood and death
of wild summer roses
and red autumn pomegranates
where the bullets are held
in the womb of the silver moons
She will stay. She will not leave.
She flies to freedom
She flies to return
She flies like the majestic bird
Bringing forth a waiting dawn
