Women's Day
So happy you may seem on your day
Feeling yourself a jewel at midday
Proud to be on stage and have your short say
The day's over. Your colour goes grey
Where is the glory you wore yesterday?
Is it that day and no day except that day?!
Yes, they say; poor prey of today
Hey woman! Your day's a big small lie
Believe me, if not, just try
To reflect upon all your year-long cry
And no dears your tears to dry
Aren't you used like a car, then put on market for people to buy?!
Aren't you the bait of firms put on every single pie?!
Oh woman! You're not a feast
You're a human worth all the respect in West and East
All the year long and that's the least
Written by Amer Draoui in 2006
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