I see the women and
think of
their rights,
human rights,
the rights of a man, a woman,
a human being,
a human body, a human soul and
how the men, how the people,
how the societies
using, misusing them
women, women
of any country, any society,
any faith, any custom,
when will, will their slavery end,
when, when will they get their dues?
The women in Saudi Arabia, the women in Jordan, Kuwait,
Emirates, Syria, Libya, Sudan, Somalia, Nigeria,
Pakistan, India, Bangladesh, Afghanistan,
Iran, Iraq, turkey, Indonesia, Malaysia,
o, is there any religion greater than this mankind,
this humanity, this man whom see we, meet we,
is there, is there and
if this be, why do we torture them, torture womankind?
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Call it fate my friend and weep not for others for our own community and our own women face their own hardships in their own ways.