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Why should I weep?

Should I care?

Should my children Suffer the same fate?

My mind starts questioning, my heart doubts the future you promised.

Where is our land?

Mother, you’re brown, I’m brown.

Why can’t I talk to you the way I talk to friends?

Why can’t I express my thoughts freely?

We belong to one home, why three houses?

You say it's a must, Agreed, but why not one?

What have I done wrong?

Why can’t my voice be heard?

Why was I born into this house?

My brothers and sisters are homeless, friends are begging for food, yet you hold unused land.

Going on expensive trips won’t solve it, yet you expect to satisfy your needs from our house.

Do I need this structure?