Burned Grace

The beat of the clock going tic toc ,

The rthyme it caught , the rthyme it caught

The train picked a steady speed

It choggled and boggled with the passengers screams

And then they came , caught up with the train

The woman of power , the woman of grace

Skillfully attacking the human race ,

The first woman apperas, she seemed angered

She seemed enraged , I could see the burden even after

She emptied the cage ,

I fell she knew her work really well,

She wasnt the type who'd kneel down

And scamper to death ,

I could see her fighting spirit burning in red

She screamt to be heard , She fought for the dirt ,

She seemed unbelievingly the queen of the herd

Then in that crowed train of ours

The second appears ,her face pale ,

her body was frail , Still she carried burden

at hercules pace

She wavered here , she wavered there

She got her work done anyway

With emense strenght and beautiful pride

These women od dignity , never dared to cry

But on that day I saw them kneel

When the day was over , their thoughts appealed

That women of strenght , that woman of grace

Lied down right in the middle of the train

I felt she deserved the teaming nap

As her day had gone extremely crap

She slept for an hour

And then she awoke

As her fellow mates laughed out aloud

They wernt accoustmed to such fragie dismount

At the end of the day , they were back to the same

two ordinary women talking about the human race

Fatema