There is a sense of being That is feminine Men cannot touch the essence Even after they have gone Inside the depth of imagination Peerless through eyes That feel her past years Paint her In mud-faced synergy Beyond out-stretched calamity And noted disadvantageTheseOur sonsKnow not our passionThat does not make them lesserNor usBequeathed malesBenefactors of our loveShielding Waiting for movementIn the womb of forevermoreSoliciting the taste of lifeShe is MotherDaughterFriendAnd FoeShe stands aloneOn occasionRaising the seed of manConstantly watching over Broad shouldersSeeking to uplift bowed-down sistersRaptured the fury of natureNurturing souls in-kindShe weepsWailsAt all the torrential weatherForecasts of the ancientsHanded down sensibilityEmpires at her requestNations Rise And fall under her thumbHer throne on highSensitive ForthrightVirtuousBeguilingQueen