Given, lost and stolen, the prize of women is the past, <br />History strikes their sacrifices, held by some who last. <br />The good and anxious are wordy of earth’s wonder, <br />Fixing ultimate achievements, feathering the feet of a headmaster. <br />School should be fast, well-understood, as living is tough <br />And lives are made by the divine for they are blessed not rough. <br />The lawful lasses and the lads of tomorrow shall collect, <br />In a frenzy work will profit then subside like the waves that connect. <br />We are from women and gentlemen who understand what is fair; <br />Inside, we do care as destruction looms, as fools are in the air.<br /><br />Naveed Akram<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/prizes/
