Do you have an answer?

I am sick of the collective amnesia of the mass
I am sick of the way they drive, they way they thrive
I am sick of the attitude they show on the road
You go to hell, It’s cool as long as I am fine and well

Don’t they remember the innocent face on the newspaper?
The little soul that passed away for no fault of her
Stop that disgusting blame game, stop pointing that finger
You should rather ask yourself ‘Am I ready to live with this guilt?’

Do you have an answer for what your son says?

Mamma, I don’t want to go to school anymore
Mamma, Why Rithika does not come to school anymore?
Mamma, Every car on the road seems to run me over
Mamma, I still remember the blood soaked face of her

Mamma, I have seen the man who killed her
Mamma, they say he’s going to be hanged thereafter
Mamma, why don’t they leave him with his guilt?
Mamma, he should also live in the castle of fear he built

Do you have an answer for what your son says?