Where no one cries of hunger,
For neighbor comes before netflix,
No one needs bulletproof backpacks,
For children come before profits,

Where women can pursue their dreams,
Without being castrated by masculinity,
Where a mother can feed her child,
Without attracting prehistoric insecurity,

Where love isn’t chained to archaic texts,
For reform triumphs over rigidity,
Where all colors make the rainbow of life,
For life isn’t chained to no ideology,

Where reason outshines all superstition,
Heartland beyond hateland is Naskaristan.