Governed by religion
Guided by the right to suppress
Sanctioned in the constitution
The traitors in their midst must be controlled
Their bodies are the host
To the sons they claim are a scourge
To a land they judge to be besieged
The burden, the ignored
The sister scrubs, the prince sits and gloats
Just a body, nothing more than a womb
Bridled by the father
Steered to stay behind
For every prayer to a goddess
There's a daughter repressed
Regard curbed to temples
Some they can't even access
Man kept at the center
Regardless of class and caste
Thus the system perpetuates
They'll forever expound
On mythical theories and perceived past glories
They'll always ignore
The injury, the harsh reality
And so millions suffer in silence
Suffer in silence
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Governed by religion
Guided by the right to suppress
Sanctioned in the constitution
The traitors in their midst must be controlled
Their bodies are the host
To the sons they claim are a scourge
To a land they judge to be besieged
The burden, the ignored
The sister scrubs, the prince sits and gloats
Just a body, nothing more than a womb
Bridled by the father
Steered to stay behind
For every prayer to a goddess
There's a daughter repressed
Regard curbed to temples
Some they can't even access
Man kept at the center
Regardless of class and caste
Thus the system perpetuates
They'll forever expound
On mythical theories and perceived past glories
They'll always ignore
The injury, the harsh reality
And so millions suffer in silence
Suffer in silence
Guided by the right to suppress
Sanctioned in the constitution
The traitors in their midst must be controlled
Their bodies are the host
To the sons they claim are a scourge
To a land they judge to be besieged
The burden, the ignored
The sister scrubs, the prince sits and gloats
Just a body, nothing more than a womb
Bridled by the father
Steered to stay behind
For every prayer to a goddess
There's a daughter repressed
Regard curbed to temples
Some they can't even access
Man kept at the center
Regardless of class and caste
Thus the system perpetuates
They'll forever expound
On mythical theories and perceived past glories
They'll always ignore
The injury, the harsh reality
And so millions suffer in silence
Suffer in silence
Writer: Vishal Rai
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