A witch, the fame you've got hailed by your kids,  you birthed a housemaid and a slave, you must be suppression, the reality you see   Domestic violence, you're offered from the womb superiority for sons, your kids are dumb you're the very first teacher hold your pain, the rapists are your wise brothers   For nine months, you wait for a glimpse the same glimpse in tomorrow condemns you as eclipse mothers, I thank you from my very dawn forgive the civilized society, I'll try to be a good son