Women Of Our Land

Struggles of the less fortunate women of third world communities.

Women of Our Land

To all Women down under

They lumber through the darkening heaths,
Tired; that bundle always on their head.

Their bare feet pat the hard dry earth
as each followed the one ahead.

Outlined against the rising moon,
they walked as specters of the night

From frost to dry and through monsoon
These heroines fight like knights

Their varied roles they must complete,
So dawn to dusk they toil

They weed; they dig in heat or sleets
To charm the stubborn soil

Just like a two wheel carriage,
she totes the sleeping child;

Must pay her dues of marriage
or the sire will tan her hide.

In awe I laud you faithful woman
who works like the tireless waves.

And though the waves aren't human
they complain, but not these wives.

You silent heroines of our land,
Dear mothers, wives and little sisters,

I give this garlands you demand
And strive to soothe your aching blisters