You fathering more and more
And saying,
God is giving,
Allah is giving,
Bhagawan is giving,
You fathering more
And saying
God is,
Allah is,
Bhagawan is...
Leave your pretension
And say you,
When will you
Check birth-control,
See your wife
And say you,
She is not a child-bearing machine,
Don't you feel pity
For her,
Turning into a skeleton?
You fathering
And saying,
god is,
Allah is,
Bhagawan is,
You not,
The man pulling the trolley
With a dozen seated over
And he a weakling
Pulling.
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