Illusion of Freedom
In a place where healing hands should dwell,
A cruel monster lurked in the darkness.
Your soul was brutally taken away,
Your body left with marks of the deed.
A country’s 78th year of independence,
When her life was violently stolen.
Oh, countrymen, how do you still celebrate,
When her body was marked with such violence?
A decade ago, another braveheart, same was her fate
Nirbhaya, we called her, mockery it is my mate.
For since that fateful night, countless Nirbhyas have died,
Without deterring the monsters this society creates.
God and religion are in danger, they say, but truly,
Our lives, our women’s lives, are at stake.
“We are not to be blamed – they did it,” they wash hands,
Conveniently hiding their true faces, masking fakes.
Corrupt and deceitful, our system broken
Years of injustice, yet we remain unspoken
Not enough are those 78 years of independence,
For women’s safety to truly commence?
Oh sister, show some motherly love.
Oh RaGa, stop singing the same old song,
Oh, supreme leader, get them off your Godi.
For we want justice and we have waited too long.
