Shahin Najafi "We Are Not Men" paroles

We Are Not Men

Like the girl with her hymen sewn

And the poor one in the fire thrown

Like my mother's oppressive lot

Summed up in her kettle and pot

Her body yet unseen

Her unveiling unforeseen

She said after life she would no doubt go to hell

There she would suffer dangling by her hair

I said, isn't heaven under mothers' feet?*

Mother, heaven is busy, catch the world you meet

She said the cantor's prayer makes me shudder

I said fear has become your rudder

Seventy years of womanhood is exploitation

No life but fear and degradation

A woman innocent, her existence was her crime

Transformed, beaten into submission to be made prime

What happens to a woman who hasn't been cheating

She is the object of fifty years of beating

She has to stay prone and unheard

Not even imagine an uncaged bird

Always the object of a chaperone peeping

A doll, only considered good for sleeping

You smell of whips and smacks

How much longer blackmailed by Toms and Jacks?

Like Iran you have become a tramp

The future is in your hands lady champ

You smell like our land shattered Gone from being flattered to tattered

We were destroyed by our manhood

Please display your womanhood

Take a bit of your valor perfume

Spray it on us with a plume

Ma'am, we're not men, count us out

Take the banner and lead the crowd

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