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
