Born to weep, after a dream?
Why Are they happy
when the son is born,
born to oppress
and leaving her forlorn?
where freedom's song was sung,
She wonders why
her voice feels so unsung.
Years of independence,
yet still in chains,
Her safety questioned,
her dignity stained.
In uniform or clothes
deemed too brief,
She faces fear,
not finding relief.
Age is no shield
from a cruel hand,
Was freedom just for men,
she can't understand.
Blamed for walking
in the dark of night,
While sons roam free,
their wrongs in sight.
Not even safe
in the place they’ve grown,
She asks,
where can she safely roam?
Taught to know a touch
that's pure or vile,
Yet who teaches the son
to walk a better mile?
Why must she learn
to survive and fear,
While he escapes
without ever shedding a tear?
Twelve years or more
the story remained same,
Justice was denied
under the government insane!
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