Hypatia of Alexandria !
this was once a school; worlds best library, well known
the place where minds of all generations set to explore,
with in the walls were structures of all knowledge intone,
the zeal of people with christian doctrines were to kill her,
Hypatia, the brilliant soul that roared momentum of science,
she journeyed stars every night and wrote life in scrolls,
the pathetic scattered fragments of religion set on patrols,
to kill her; sinner who went to question them of dead stones,
any individual, of any age counts less to her passion shore,
She wrote the last verse of this school, the mother of chore,
Hypatia, her silence could speak of thousand billion words,
in time where women's were enslaved, she broke rules,
walked among-st men, touched ground to sky voyeur,
her beauty sparked the light of dead philosophy of men,
only female to eternally revive the wisdom was in condemn !
Conflict, slavery and conspiracy were merging in fouls,
churches creating their names in walls of science cloaks,
cultures of free books were over-throne by the gospels,
don't question, just close your eyes and go on slogans,
Hypatia, stood straight like a forbidden symbol to learn,
the epicenter of era dying in hands of the dead concern,
yet, she stood still, never moved from her lively terms,
Science was called paganism, learning was deaf upturn,
her life was on line, the last women to out-run dead norms,
she never stopped to teach forms of beautiful literature,
went on singing about freedom; even in painful torture,
she climbed mountains of dead men in wrath and in anger,
Hypatia, she was killed by men's blind of the bright rays,
her clothes was taken off, her flesh peeled off in plays,
these men's laughed calling them men of god for cause,
her body was then burned, in the name of the holy gods,
sinner were to became the saint, humanity was long dead;
Hypatia,; her name was never to be uttered!
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