She just wanted to lead a happy life
A nice small house and a family
But there is something that tells me
She is never gonna get her way
Maybe that's why she is getting angry
Fury increased with each passing day

With three sick kids in the hand
A cheating husband
People will soon talk
Now she minds it
But he is the man
he is always doing what he want
And the woman is just here
For them to blame her


How could you be so so clueless
So careless in your own clothes
You should have paid more
attention to your state
Maybe then he won't cheat
And the kids will be alright
One day
And the people will stop looking
at you at this way
Cause the women are just here
For them to blame her
Maybe if she paid more attention
to her state
The trees will grow
Nature will heal
The volcanos will not erupt
And this weather will be clear

Just maybe if she paid more attention
to her state
After all, this is an old wives' tale
Women are reasonable for everything

Dubert, Dubert! I call, behind a closed door,
To no response- I kick it wide open only to look at his fading self,
His silence spoke of burdens, his eyes grim as hell,
A rope tied to his neck, a stool on his floor
Long was he gone, all he left for the world was his tale,

It begins with,
“Oh, it’s a boy! A future bearer of the crown,”
Hell-bound with responsibilities,
Always happy, was met with frowns,
They warned, “If you don’t work, you’re a ghost,”
Societal shadows cast by those who judge the most.

"Men ****, they cannot be *****,"
"Men ****, they cannot be killed,"
"Men are ruthless, men are cruel,"
"Men steal, men break every rule."

"You're so fat, a bus won't fit you,"
"You're so thin, a breeze will blow you,"
"You're so short, the park's your place,"
"Look like an ape, the zoo's your grace."

Kindness finds no soil to root,
In this graveyard world where empathy is mute.
A graveyard of love, a desert of care,
To find warmth in this chill; quite rare

Dubert, Dubert I cry, the silence now profound,
His unspoken words and my sobs, the only sound,
Waning stream of his sorrow, eyes fixed on a fading reality
In his clutches, a note, perhaps his final plea:

"I was framed, I swear it wasn't me,"
I held on to the truth even though none could see
and even if they knew, they'd let it be.
If Chronos were by my side, time I'd wish to borrow,
Sadly, I breathe my last- I'm happy I won't see tomorrow.

Dubert swore it wasn't him,
Yet they blamed and killed him,
He professed truth, he retaliated with facts
In the end, he was smothered with the same hands that fed him.

With failing faith in God, he climbed the chair,
Truth in his eyes, fear in his heart, betrayed by his "Dear"
His last words-
"Oh! Cruel world, may you release me,
Oh! Merciless God, in darkness, liberate me."

Dubert was no more, a life unjustly taken,
Dubert was no more, a soul forever forsaken.