The Fists Come Down
Fists come down,
As dictums crumble,
Oh how the mighty
mock the humble!
They hear our grievances,
They say that they care…
And then lay claim to our dignity,
Our rightful share.
We raise our voices!
We Question your flaws!
You silence us again,
With your sections and laws.
Can justice not prevail?
Without tradition going void?
Or must we wait 70 years more?
For you to make,
A valid point?
By:
Tanvi Dayal