Malala Yousufsai

 

 

 I chose to quench my thirst.

I will step up to drink from the fountain.

I grasp at freedom first

And shun away ignorance’s profane

Piercing upon all that is humane.

 

I will climb the highest cerebral mountain

To stand against impious wind’s cursed say

And when I descend to the warm fen

I will sing of a girl’s way

To find a woman named Malala Yousufsai.