I love my roots
And I cherish my Ruth
The first is my ancestry
And the latter is my dignity
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We lambast the rapist but sex young girls in secrecy
We insult the thief but take bribes
We scorn the prostitute but date more than one person
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Let the act of violence end
End with this short piece
And let us put a stop to this hatred
Even if it would not be with ease
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They love to join the longer convoys
Move around towns and cities
On those asphalted first-classed roads
And stand on the bigger platforms
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Wasted years
In faded tears
Stupid turns
In fruitless thoughts
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Cry!
And I will cry with you
Smile!
And I will giggle along
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We sang the songs of old
Away from home
Our God-forsaken home
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“I Moved Along the Bushy Path,
To See If I Could Find;
Find her footprints in the scattered sand
Or the Exact Spot
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Women and children seen in groups
Mourning the dead and lost souls
All in subdued wails!
People not seen closer again
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Fear not this moron
For what he is doing are mere antics
By morning he’ll be gone
Very far, when you’re still be searching for answers
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