There are always more bugs in the garden
then the flowers on the soil
Let's cease this ghastly fear afoot
and end this growing turmoil

She can be a daughter, a sister, and a mother
Then why must she always suffer?
Why do we differentiate between he and she
God didn't then why do we?

Among our fellow beautiful women
let there be no gazing eyes
For every minute of everyday
Equality shall rise!