The Voice

Could a voice be so strong

Galloping the ill attired throng,

The besotted thoughts of youth

Tires my voice abated, full of ruth.

Whether it be her character assassinated,

Or men out of ego faltering her breath ruined;

The voice shuddering,

Feminism never were the wings

But equality was meant to sail her innings,

Heard a dextrous voice of concern

I swear for that anguish to burn

Whether a fight sown for a girl's soul

Or violence yielding against the terrorist role,

Whether the miseries of poverty plodded

Or violence suing a doctor, instead of rewarded;

Raise the voice to shell the shudder

Resonate the voice fruition of better

Blink of voice to shed the malevolent frauds

Smile of voice, sailing through the winnow of lauds.