The One Who Is Unsung

The One shadow in the longest queue The One with shades of despondent blues, The One who never wishes to be greeted The One who is often mistreated,

She is Durga, Sati, Radha or Mary She bores the fruit and warms in her aery, She is THE ONE, THE ONE Unsung She is raped, killed and cruelly hung,

The One who is traded for money and gold The One who never fails you, even when she is old, She is worshiped, looked up for wisdom and mercy She shows you compassion, herself pursing,

She is a mother, a daughter, a sister, a friend She is devastated, but happily lends, She is the One who is asset-promoted She is also the One who is often looted,

She isn’t scared, but fierce in her dreams A kingdom, a palace, an army, she bleeds, She is sleeping, weeping in her bore Wait my friend, you will now hear her ROAR!