The world belongs to women,
And dear, see we are here.
Our friends-all women.
They are all pulling us
They are all pushing
And we are not balanced.
Our wishes are horses
And where to they are taking us
Unknown to us
And we are putting to loss.
Be sure, we are not here
To win anything.
Nowhere to we are going
And we have really nothing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem