society...

Like a bird,

She flew away,

Light as a feather,

Her heart it is.

Oh! What a comely maiden, they say,

Do they know my story, I replied,

Many comments without thinking,

That's what they do, I replied.

What a life this is,

Society makes rules and it's followed,

We live in a place full of thorns,

Bed of roses they call it.

Why can't we fight against society and stand on our own,

Why must society determine our choice?

Why can't a girl, sister, mother, or Grandma do what they want?

The injustice is plain and clear.

But they just claim superiority over them,

Call themselves the rulers and heads,

They forgot that their wives are the neck and pillar that makes a house,

If you can honor your mother, and give her so much respect,

Why can't you do the same to your wife?

Society?