Fists upraised, women of world
Towards horizons pregnant with light
On paths afire
Feet on the ground
Face to the blue sky.
Affirming the promise of life
We defy tradition
We mold the warm clay
Of a new world born of pain.
Let the past vanish into nothingness!
What do we care for yesterday!
We want to write anew
The word woman.
Fists upraised, women of the world
Towards horizons pregnant with light
On paths afire
Onward, onward
Toward the light.

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