Antigone
Antigone
The world gives me pain,
yet everything I touch becomes golden.
The world tells me beauty is from the eyes,
not from the heart or the mind.
The world says kings have wisdom,
yet they ignore the gods.
The world is ruled by men,
yet I dare to challenge men.
The world sentences me to death,
but my virtue lives on.
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