Right is as fair as sky blooms light
Seeking hands for them to hold tight
With eyes alluring to send sigh
Whenever life aggrieves them high.
Fingers, young, fresh like neophyte
Strive beneath the sun's vivid line
To satisfy her master's want
Who, in home, her own blood.
Moment by moment, bully counts
Even in clan, to her they pout
Colors? Complexion? Hair curl sucks?
Can they still be given a part?
Fingers, fresh, young like neophyte
Supposed to hold pencils and likes
Crying because they're left behind
In society, they beg for right.
Each little hand, simply aspires
Names, privilege, never be hired
Give them power, a face to stand
That they're people, never been -"sub".
Key towards a better nation
Right to start an innovation
With torch to light strong governance
And faith to the almighty God.
Children come, a melee of youth
With scars, through wales that haven't sooth
Fight for oppressed, poor and abused
We, instruments of Justice and Truth.
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