Reel Politics Creates Real Harm and Women Bear the Brunt

 Reel Politics Creates Real Harm and Women Bear the Brunt

The screen flares bright, a fiery fight,

Of politics, with all its might.

But shadows fall, a hidden cost,

On women caught, forever lost.

Words like knives, a cruel display,

On silver screen, they wound and slay.

A woman's name, a cheapened word,

Her dignity, unheard, unheard.

Behind the lens, a different scene,

Where women struggle, hurt unseen.

The film's a weapon, sharp and cold,

A story told, a story sold.

The state commands, the cameras roll,

But women's spirits lose control.

They're pawns in games, of power's greed,

A silent plight, a planted seed.

The shadows lengthen, cold and deep,

While political dreams, they softly sleep.

And women suffer, day by day,

The silent cost, they have to pay.