She is the mother of a nation that bleeds inequality, She is always beaten And heaven can bear witness, kicks and punches have become a part of her life...
Sorrow is something that never departs from her. O' how she longs to be free but your demons are as strong as the knots tied on hell's door, what type of monster are you? Your culture has destroyed her beliefs, it disempowered her and you find joy in it, what kind of man are you who has a hole in his heart, emotionless like a stone hit by lightning.
You undermine her in everything she does, you cut her from the strings of education because you fear she might become independent and strong enough to defend herself from your unending humiliation which has drained her psychologically and emotionally. And you call yourself a man, a man who has failed to love and protect his woman, your responsibility you failed as a man, yet you use her for your sexual satisfaction.
And when she becomes a prostitute, society will choose to look down on her and call her names and not the demon who caused it.
Sorry, Honourable you have no honour what a disgrace to manhood.
#We are all equal, I lost my other account.