Hell hath no fury like woman unchained.

Hell hath no fury like woman unchained.

She breaks forth from her history confined,

And, with righteous anger held for an age,

Wreaks blessed havoc on closed, narrow minds.

She rises, unbowed, from restraining hands,

Seizes her rights and her dues and her place.

Then, with strident voice, she makes her demands,

And shows her oppressors a vengeful face.

Yet her sister smiles with loving kindness,

With graceful strength, bends without breaking,

And gentle hands cleanse eyes from their blindness,

Freeing her captors from their own makings.

            The first is seen and her message is heard;

            Her sister is loved and her lesson learned.