INK OF BIAS
In the gloom tossed by an old tale
Women\'s spirits brittle as a result of their wale
A feudal dominion, parental decree
Women are deprived, and their aspirations are hand Cree
The libretto was penned over millennia
Their fate is forged by a paternal hand
Society is shaped with a biased pen
Women are left bereft, on the verge of strand
Their dreams kindle in the embrace of adolescence
But, kept back by tyrannical power
Denying aspirations is a price they pay
According to parental sway
\"Stay confined,\" they are warned,
\"Within these walls, obey our commands.\"
Having denied limited and their thoughts limited.
They\'ve abandoned themselves domesticated.
But hearken to their quietly uttered whispers
A silent strength that cannot be broken,
A fire is raging beyond the walls
Desiring freedom and the opportunity to vocational
Let us recast this age-old story
With empathy and equality\'s glory,
For women\'s dreams must not be denied,
And we will stand together, side by side.