Poetry

Oh great wisdom Sage of wondrous time

Shine up your great eyes on the women of India as they have been under difficulties

Their land has no place to free and their voice has no strength to cry for mercy

Each day is a struggle like a challenge for a limb to climb up mountains

For you Great Sage, stood against the great Sanhedrin's practices

Your revolutionary actions, had delivered the ultimate chance, and fair choices

That brought by far, women's and children's rights.

Like Mary-Magdalena became sin-free

The Samaritan woman spread the gospel of salvation

The crippled woman who first took steps inside the synagogue

for you broke down the hall of patriarch superiority

your affirmation on behalf of women, had brought The Pharisees to humiliation and shamed

Oh Great Master-avatar!

Why in India a woman is raped every twenty minutes?

Why such adversities on those women ?

Why tears take the place of their glowing eyes?

why sadness takes constant notes in their hearts?

Why such malevolent at large?

If follow your theory by turning the other cheek to the aggressor.

It won't be much hope and

MeditaTION wouldn't be the answer either

For those Indian women cry “Great St. Essa”

You sacrificed to create peace and gender equality.

Let the bell tolls and said “Beware, Brute-Men leave the site of those women for they are sacred and loved!”

Let those unleashed rapist be refrained to normal type of behavior

For legacy of justice reigns, and the fallen souls shall depart in peace.
© 2011 by _Patricia Etienne
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