The ray of hope - Malala

In a world of conflict,
Filled with violence and gore.
Where there is no hope for peace and justice is an unknown word.
Bigoted men, with heathen like masks
Wreak havoc for those who bring upon their wrath...
There she stood, alone, undeterred
With a pen in her hand, ready to face those with swords.
She seemed like another school girl, all of just fourteen
But beneath her fragile demeanour, was a person of steel.
Men stood back, when there was blood on the streets,
Women hid behind the veil, and suffered the atrocities,
Children were hidden and told not to speak a word,
The government just spoke, while the heathens planned war...
But she was different, courageous and empowered,
Malala wasn’t just a little girl, but an inspiration to all...
She took to the streets with her books and her pen
Spoke words of wisdom and tried to make people comprehend,
What was going on was wrong and they had to fight back
Not through blood, but through actions that would help them resurrect.
Education and empowerment is what she spoke off,
But to the heathens she was a threat, they must get rid of.
They threatened her and bullied her,
Tried to get her out of their way
But though she was little, her heart was brave.
Today, she fights between life and death,
As a bullet of cowardice they fired through her head.
And though she lies on the hospital bed
She woke up the people who were living yet dead.
She showed the world what words can do,
She showed them the power of knowledge and resolute.
Today, as a symbol of hope she shines,
For those seeking an end to the heathens regime...