Stop Domestic Violence
Stop Domestic Violence1 min 224 1 min 224
A free butterfly,
Wanted to fly in the sky.
They hold its wings,
And the flowers stopped to sing.
They detached its wings,
No, he's not the king.
Well they feel pride,
To keep women under control
Let it be sister, mother or bride.
They torture her to their fullest,
Now she seems the dullest,
You show on women your aggression
Hence there is no progression,
Between the pillows she had also cried,
Now her tears are also dried.
Well no one notices her pain,
And this is insane.
She in trauma; she is in pain,
And for her husband, it's a game.
The children start hating their father,
Now he hardly does matter.
What was her fault?
Society says it's women's default.
She doesn't have guts to call cops,
And now in dreams also his torture pops.
Her kids have only one dream,
To give their mom a life of cream.
To take away the angle from the devil,
Because they saw that he was so evil.
The kids were depressed,
Now they feel suppressed.
Survival in this condition is so less,
So they ask God to bless.
But they no more believe in god,
They think it's all fraud.
I tell you these kids are gonna touch the sky,
Because their mother wasn't allowed to fly.
Well, you snatched their mother's smile,
Now they will show you who they are in a while.