Maa! why can't we leave,
Is life, only for those rich,
is liberty, only the horse of the potent,

Isn't my voice worthy of being heard,
is it too shrill, or is it too faint ,
With everyone, running helter skelter,
why can we go nowhere ?

Is my body, too ugly, or is it too pretty,
that I should cover it with a drape?
are religions too petty,
that they promote an infidel's rape.

Maa, why are those airplanes only carrying the politicians?
Is my existence, too strong, or is it too weak,
that I can be left behind,
so am I powerful, or am I bleak,
can I be left, to...