We Are Women
Oh sister! Scream not in pain
No one will help you it is just vain
People portray women to be brave
Why do they let us rest in grave?
Hearts made of stone will never melt
To them, to help is sin, to help is guilt
Neither in womb nor on land
We dwell in peace only in death garland
We see no life, we see no dream
Unheard story everywhere, unheard scream
Bring us back to life, not to hell
Don’t imprison us in disrespectful shell
Evil we see in disguise of humans
Insane world, selfish, crowded with demons
-Basilia
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