By Sathyani Kotakadeniya
They taunt her for being a girl
A repetitive, disgusting sequel
The world is a disastrous place
Where no one is really an equal.
They thin out opportunities
Saying men make better leaders
They create barriers; disunities
So silently she walks the wire.
They have got it all twisted
She’s a rose crowned with thorns
If they choose to undermine her
They’ll find themselves growing horns.
Silent warriors do exist
She will reign when they least expect it
It won’t matter then if their hatred persists
When she steps on to become Lady Royal.
