Why This Injustice

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O my Creator! O my Eternal Father! Why You did so much injustice To man? You gave all the lovely attributes To a woman And none to a man! Love, grace, beauty, compassion, All the faith and true passion Gift of being Mother and sister Wife and care taker We men Too are Your chickens Lambs of your den Why You not a bit Thought of us You know When someone has Too much treasure Others devoid of it Are jealous of him Perhaps this is the reason That man Is envious of a woman And in a retaliation He wants to undermine her By snatching her treasure And try to misuse His only gift That is his manly power And make a woman Fall to his criminal endure I pray to Thee God Think in a way abroad Man is too proud To beg for any gift From your graceful woman So be reasonable Either grant some of the Heavenly tributes of woman Or grant him a heart big enough That he may respect Your greatest creation And lovely And respectfully With due dignity And heartily affinity Beg for the joy of all the gifts To gracefully lift His corrupted, enraged soul And make Your creation A loving whole

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