Born to weep, after a dream?
Why Are they happy when the son is born, born to oppress and leaving her forlorn? In a world 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!