HER DIVINE STORY

WOMEN

Unshackled, she rises high
Her sword soaked in blood, battle-hardened eye
A thousand years of silence, now undone
The weight of chains, forever shaken, gone

Centuries of pain and fear
A cry of ancestors echoes here
Women's bodies laid on the ground
Their souls ripped out, year by year
From ancient times to modern days
Exploited, oppressed in endless ways

Through generations, voices suppressed
Their stories hidden, their pain repressed
But now, the silence is broken wide
Their truth revealed, their power inside

From graves of silence, they rise anew
Their spirits unbroken, their hearts still true
They march to battle, for freedom's call
Their voices thundering, echoing through all
Their resilience unshaken, their souls on fire
Their determination burning, never to tire

With every step, she claims her ground
Her inner strength, a beacon all around
Her eyes, like stars, shine bright and free
Reflecting power, for all to see
Her voice, a melody, pure and clear
A call to unity, dispelling fear
Sisterhood rises, a tide so bold
Together they stand, young and old.

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