Mr. Conservative, think you,
If you are most conservative
Then your son will be
Restricting the liberty and freedom
Of the sister,
Ever ready to keep her
Under the purdah,
Shading from
Lest the world sees her, marks her.
A daughter's heart, you can never feel it,
Mr. Conservative,
The son of old, out-dated and out-moded
Fanatic father,
A fanatic's son will be
But a fanatic.
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