In a realm where shadows cast their gloom,
A warrior dances in a jailer's room.
She fought for rights, for women's voice,
With fervor, courage, and unwavering choice.
The world, in awe, bestowed her an honor,
An emblem of strength, a pride to garner.
A majestic accolade for fearless grace,
In the face of tyranny, a guiding embrace.
Her name echoes through the whispered sighs,
Of millions whose spirits could not rise.
For she carried a flame of rebellion and might,
Unveiling truths hidden within the night.
Recognized for her valiant refrain,
The prize she wears is a collective gain.
Not just for her, but those who dared,
To defy injustice, the world unprepared.
She stands not alone in these cruel chains,
For countless sisters harbor the same pains.
She bears the emblem etched upon her chest,
For all imprisoned souls yearning for rest.
Against the regime's oppressive reign,
Her battle cries echo, refusing to wane.
She champions the rights, diligently fought,
Demands justice, equality unbought.
In this dungeon of darkness, relentlessly caged,
Her spirit soars, unbroken, uncaged.
With every heartbeat, freedom claims,
And love's revolution, she fervently proclaims.
So let the world raise their voices high,
Resound with truth, pierce the caverns of lies.
For in the face of oppression's cruel might,
Love's indomitable spirit will forever ignite.
Locked chains cannot tether the fire inside,
The resilience that blossoms, refusing to hide.
Injustice shall bow to the warrior's decree,
For she fights with love and the power to set free.
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