With bated breath she quietly stood
Occasional cries added to the noise
The heated argument continued endlessly
But failed to oppress her whimpering voice.
The clock hung on the plastered wall
A bomb ticking in absolute disguise
Half past midnight its hands revealed
Each second witnessed louder cries.
The cry of the woman she idolized
Tears of oppression was what she beheld
The oppressor being a roaring red flag
Like a raging bull she attacked and yelled.
Outbursts of fury lashed at the accused
Left him bitter and perplexed
Unprepared to hear the voice of change
Her courage made him further vex.
Futile attempts to extinguish the fire
Made him leave rather reluctantly
The savior stood with the suffering woman
Her proud heart pumping buoyantly.
A tight slap on the face of patriarchy
She took a stand against injustice
Raise your voice before it is late
Refuse to be a damsel in distress.
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