She fought for women's rights,

she went into a war wearing men's armour,

she was burnt at a stake.

She could even hear God.

Do you know what was worse than the fact

that she was burnt? Her people did not

even try and save her.

There she was, thinking she was honoured,

but no, not even her own people

would attempt to rescue her.

Lucky she does not care what anybody else things,

or she may be sobbing her heart out.

Joan of Arc

By Ankita

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