She was a rose, br Among thorns, of extremes, br Opressed womanhood, br Oppressed downtrodden, br She was courageous, br Even death which br She recieved courageously, br Perhaps courage br Was her second name, br She led a population, br In faith of developing it, br Tears rolled on cheeks, br At her assassination, br On many faces, uncontrolled br Grief stricken, she became br A matryr in a few days time, br On landing in her homeland, br What would have the earth br Felt where the tears fell, br Though a lot more blood br Was shed, we have nothing br But tears for a rose plucked br Before being withered by time.