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SOCIETY

Let's walk into the battlefield
Kill them with our move
A battle against those stereotypes
Where you get your dreams
When you win
Going to temple
Doesn't mean he has a good heart
Having tattoo and piercing
Doesn't make him a bad person
Do you know what makes him that?
THE SOCIETY
If she is wearing a short skirt
Of course she is a slut
If she is asking guys out
Oh my god, she is a whore
Do you know what makes her that?
THE SOCIETY
If he rapped a girl
Maybe the girl provoked him
If the husband cheats his wife
Then the one with whom he is cheating is a bitch
But hey hey the husband is innocent
Yes,
That's what a society is
And so are there stereotypes and
So called believes
Let's just take a move to
Think in the other way
The way which is actually logical to think
A society where there is no theory
For all situations
But just can judge the situation
By just knowing it.
And then we can say it as
OUR SOCIETY

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