People talk about their country so lovingly here
Secularism, rights, democracy and all that shit
But do they really know their country
As we do from our scared eyes?
Hundred of women found trapped in an dungeon
In the house of the person they worship
The girls then give an explanation
Of " cleansing their spirits "
But the marks on your thighs
Tell a different story
The people who run the govt
Think like sexual abuse is bae
Just heard an old man saying
" Girls are the ones who start a friendship
And then label it as rape "
Too a many molestation cases
On the night of a new start
The cops spending their time, commenting
" Why did she have to wear the dress so high? "
When the cry of a girl child
Echoes the delivery room
All the society thinks about is her marriage
Giving her away twenty years later
Is the only way to repay such a sin
Wife raped by her own husband
Denying it?
Oh, isn't her dowry given for that?
Some battle fought 200 yrs ago
Oh god, it still replays now
Corruption is a weapon
In the hands of many
Using it as a shield
To cover up their crimes
Victim of gang rape
She died years ago
Her minor attacker still roaming the streets
Looking for a new girl
To lay eyes on
Light candles all you want
But will it burn away the corrupted?
" Don't roam at night,
For it's monsters may eat you up "
The sentence byhearted since the start
Locked up in the darkest corners of fear
Acid thrown by her own cousin
Left to wriggle in the dark
Screams and cries left unattended
Oh my, is this the place where I'm living?
The body burnt by her own family
Cause she denied to marry
The foetus killed in the womb
Don't the cruel minds feel
anything?
Yet we are told to look up
On the brighter side
And see how the nation is developed
When it still remains backwards
Don't talk about these things too much
Or you might be silenced
