When men make laws that rip the realm

Into unequal smithereen,

Who more than women know the ruse,

Having many a tyranny seen.

 

Then comes a day when perfidy

Overshoots the mark;

While men debate the pros and cons,

Women light the spark.

 

Injustice wrapped in due process

And the correctness of law

Crumble to their penetration

In bewildered awe.

 

The blaze of knowledge in their  souls

Then melts the subterfuge.

Innocence that was compliant

Unravels the spurious dodge.

 

Armed with nothing more than truth,

The meek become a force

That renders legalized cruelties

Disembowelled dross.

 

A Shaheen Bagh becomes a range

More than Himalayan,

Unshakable by the weaponry

Of strutting, midget men.

 

A wall of truth rises askance

Before the gumption of laws

Unjust to the human soul,

Offensive to the First Cause.

 

Victories become petty things

Before the unfolding:

However lethal the aim they take,

The birds will chirp, will sing.

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