She’s always led

 

In Parliament halls, a new voice rose,

A whisper of change that steadily grows.

The women’s bill lit a hopeful sky,

Yet politics moved with its own reply.

In counts of votes, dreams too were weighed,

Support and doubt in colors displayed.

Rights written neatly upon the page,

But will they reach hearts beyond the stage?

A woman’s strength is no new art,

She’s always led—just unseen in part.

This bill’s a doorway, not the end,

A longer road lies just around the bend.

In corridors of power, many moves unfold,

Yet truth still flickers, brave and bold.

When intent is pure, change will be real,

Else promises fade like words we feel.

Still she walks with hope held tight,

Rewriting herself in every fight.

When minds transform, not just the law,

True freedom will reach every door.

~ Dawn