She looks very proud,
Her back straight and eyes intense;
A lowly peasant.

A royal duchess
Dries her eyes on satin sheets
And goes to supper.

What a pointless life;
An ornamental person
has nothing to say.

A sumptuous room-
No drudgery for her here,
but many duties.

Because in the end,
She is only a servant
in a golden gown.

A weary woman.
Her hands are red with labor,
But her eyes smile.

At expense of wealth,
The poor alone have freedom,
While the rich are slaves.

And,scrubbing her floor,
The duchess knew-no garment
had liberty's worth.