They strip us from our homes,
Tear up all our clothes.
Cutting up our hair, which was our strength.
Washing away our disease, for heaven’s sake.
Beat us for speaking our language.
And if we revolt they lock us away in cages.
Is there hope for a better life?
When we are still looked at as savages?
Watching as sisters end up missing.
Watching as brothers end up on the streets tweaking.
Is there hope for a better life?
When we are still looked at as the problem?
Watching fathers sip the fire water, get angry and start the beating.
Watching mothers grow submissive to the patriarchy prison.
Is there hope for a better life?
With the barriers that still exist within our society’s system?