begotten Portuguese Meaning

...egotten in sobs and moans. Bleeding heart and rending groans. The shady haven, was my retreat, the crazy cobbles in my street. Chained our leaders to the chairs, freed the hyenas from their lairs. One you festooned with a noose on a cooked-up blatant evil ruse you know your laws in many ways trick or treat of endless stays but when we need the iron hand, to nurture our castles in the sand, stem the tide of marauding bands, our own nose is rubbed in sand. Wont you justice sing for me? Wont you do the thing for me? M?lord this land is your land? O? Qissakhwani to manora island Daughters brave em sinful eyes, freedom stifled in their sighs. Drag their heavy bags to school often to face an ogling drool Back at home in soggy chores, act the part ordained by lores. Pour on books an do their work, Naive to the Wry an brazen smirk. Grind an burn the mid night oil, Hope to fetch for their toil. Alien to them are links and boon, or the might of a silver spoon. As they dot the road side stops Fodder like the standing crops Limos churn the dust behind home by dusk if the day is kind Gleaming cars are dark inside Within this flaunt, wrongs reside Hidden ones who ?make their MARKS? on tender hearts that study in parks. Will yo...