Battle Of Will

The tribes stomp in unison,

Hoot, roar, and growl - they celebrate their win

Raising slogans for their General

Who reigns above the battlefield that day;

 

When asked about what's next

The matriarch makes a call to withdraw the ritual of exile

Of Banishing women to cattle shed

Just for bleeding red, the same blood that the men too shed

 

The rageful men clutch their weapons wearily in contempt

But the Warrior refuses to drop her word

Her eyes shining sharp like her sword,

Like courage and freedom;

Reluctant, her words surrender to her people's will

Having lost the battle of will,

The fierce maiden didn't celebrate her win

She muttered, "change must come from within.