By Shahad Bin Hammad
Oh dear society,
the standards you've set
Oh society, standards that can't be met
Like thousands of weights dropped on our head
If we do none, we receive a threat, Of discrimination and words
of hate you said
Oh dear society in our line of sight
Wherein two flowers lie in the darkness of the night
Lying in despair-not treated right
One drops in silence a stream of salted tears
almost drowns itself within the stream of all its fears
And one withered flower struggles to stay alive
its crippled petalled buds strive to survive
Its root is fragile-no chance of repair
The flower bows down as it's stung by ignorance with no
kindness and care
Oh dear society,
Thou shalt not leave us distraught
who are you to judge what we are and what we're not
In a mind of yours, lie laws of inhumanity,
The chaos you've created reveal your mad insanity
O society, society
Enough is enough
We choose who we are and our beauty
We look up and catch sight of a distant pathway
The blinding light illuminating the track- the track thats
brighter than summer's day
Guiding us forward to a better road through a gateway
What lies after are waves of misty curly clouds and beauty one
can't resist.
The lights shining bright like moonlight through the fog
What lies after is of great wealth
A nation of flowers who possess great health