Albright Im
Albright left our earthly night
To a place where women help each other
Be she minister, president or mother
Be she feeble or has might
She misspoke it was not woke:
Those who’ll help you not
Woman to woman may you rot
Deplorable folk
In hell’s very special place
She rephrased and made it positive:
Women who help women shine
A star through any haze
All bright as she did live
And drink sweet angels’ wine
Copyright © Yoram Diamand | Year Posted 2022
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