What kind of honor, what kind of pride,
That steals a life, and lets justice slide,
For love’s sweet crime, blood is spilled,
This cruel game, where mercy is killed.
Old traditions, customs so bleak,
Where women are stories, forbidden to speak,
No right to live, no dreams to bloom,
What kind of society, what kind of doom?
......
One of us initiated Gender inequality ,
While one of us made it our Pride .
We realised that society will never stop judging ,
So we decided to learn how to fight .
One of us promoted child labour ,
While one of us fought for poor to have right to education .
And today everyone is given equal opportunity,
As those days are gone when poor were treated as slaves and rich as a royality.
......
What kind of honor, what kind of pride,
That steals a life, and lets justice slide,
For love’s sweet crime, blood is spilled,
This cruel game, where mercy is killed.
Old traditions, customs so bleak,
Where women are stories, forbidden to speak,
No right to live, no dreams to bloom,
What kind of society, what kind of doom?
......
One of us initiated Gender inequality ,
While one of us made it our Pride .
We realised that society will never stop judging ,
So we decided to learn how to fight .
One of us promoted child labour ,
While one of us fought for poor to have right to education .
And today everyone is given equal opportunity,
As those days are gone when poor were treated as slaves and rich as a royality.
......