How Can You!

How can you award such a woman? - Take back her awards
How can you reward such a woman? - Take back her rewards
Take back her awards! Take back her rewards! She's a fake

STOP IT! Who dares disturb a Bengalis' siesta!?
Why do you scream and shout?
What's tickling your rear ends?
What's this all about?

Young man, you'd better mind how you talk to me
Haha! And who are you?

I'm a doctor from England
Where I edit a medical journal
I've visited the Home for the Dying
It's nothing short of infernal
There are untrained nuns
Taking important medical decisions
An acute shortage of doctors
And medical provisions
I say, this is most improper
These people are dying

These people were dying and you didn't care
Alone, in gutters – why weren't you there?
You only seem to have become aware
After she stepped in with a prayer
She doesn't presume to work miracles
And bring them back to life
But here they die with dignity
Clean, well fed, well cared for
She just gives them what they need the most
And that is Love at the end of their strife
You do know the value of Love, don't you, doctor?
It's medicine for the soul! The kind you don't find in hospitals

But: since you know it all
And have the know-how
Why don't you help the sisters
And show them how?

Me, work in the slums?
Have you gone completely crazy?
I've important work in England
I'm very, very busy

Hmmmm... I thought he would be
They usually are
Too busy to empathise
But always free to criticise

Power to women!s
Power to women!s
We'll do with semen
Whatever is pleasin'
She's anti-contraception
She's anti-abortion
She's anti-divorce

Yes, she is. And I'm not. So what!?
She's got her beliefs and you've got yours
She may be old-fashioned but she's not making laws
Yes, she lives by her old canon
Yet, she's there for babies which mothers abandon
She doesn't turn her back on you
Just cause you're a different hue
Why do you judge her view
When she's not judging you?
But since you're powerful women
And have the know-how
Why don't you help the sisters
And show them how?

Work in the slums!?
We're much too busy
Busy on an outing
Screaming and shouting

Hmmmm... I thought they would be
They usually are
Too busy to empathise
But always free to criticise

This Missionary is
On a very crooked mission
She's a Hell's Angel
In a missionary position

Woah! Woah! Who's this
Creeping up from behind?
With language like that
He must be truly refined

Sod refinement! Let's talk amounts
She's received in millions
Where are the accounts?

Hey! Are you accusing her of robbery?
Are you accusing her of forgery?

Er... No, I didn't say that
There's no proof of that
I'm... I'm just saying the accounts are not maintained properly

And just for that, you want to cast doubts upon her character?
Are you a man, or a sociopath predator?
She's no accountant, she serves her Creator
Should she do that, or answer to you with a calculator?
But: since you're such a good accountant
And have the know-how
Why don't you help the sisters
And show them how?

Me, work in the slums?
Are you out of your mind?
I'm much too busy
For work of that kind

Hmmmm... I thought he would be
They usually are
Too busy to empathise
But always free to criticise

My son, why do you think they're doing this to me?
All those false accusations! What have I done to them?

Haha! Take no notice, Mother!
As the old saying goes
"Dogs will bark in the night
But the caravan moves on"

These people don't need anything to be done to them
They are the bane of the earth
They make their name and fame attacking famous people like you
So they go around inventing dirt
If they wrote yet more good things about you
They'd be lost in the madding crowd
However, by criticising you
Like a sore thumb they stand out
They spend years and years and years digging muck
On Gandhi, Lama, King, Jesus, etcetera
Prospectors trying their luck
They find the time to write articles
They find the time to give interviews
They find the time to go on TV
But never have the time to do some good
Not that they'd do it even if they could
Hahaha! Forget them, Mother. There's a lot more criticism where that came from
And if we go listening to each one, we'll never get our work done
And we sure have a whole lot of work
To be done



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Writer(s): Luis Fernandes
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