If I understood the pain
By which the gods weep rain
Would I still be here
Won’t I be with them
So, what if I don’t know
Would you ask me to go
Why does the root watered
Rot the same
Why does the black cloud
Shield the midday sun
Why does a 14 year old
Sell her soul for bread
Why does a boy child
Sleep by the road side
Why is that grey gentleman
Holding a placard written:
Librarian, jobless, please help!
And why, oh why did a woman die
Giving birth...
So, what if I don’t know
Would you ask me to go
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