In black

In black

She is dressed in black

But her heart is still pure of gold.

A feminine entity

Troubled, unsure

Yet her gentleness 

Still liberates our souls.

She is supporting the weight

Of a world unjust

Built from pillars of shifting sands

And as hard as she tries

She can not dissuade

The people from their fickle demands.

So who will share

The weight that she holds

Succour this pure heart

Pure Heart of Gold.

For indifference is poverty

And we will all be poor

If we take her for granted

And demand from her yet more!