29 February, 2008
Friday
The Roman law
The aisle of the church
Men at their whims
Accusing fingers
At hapless victims
Judgmental power
Corrupting the patrons
Of blindness
Bias and inquest
Against
The voiceless victims
Women weak and desolate
Lonely, forlorn and frail.
But charged with
Black magic and witchery
To practice sorcery!
We are enlightened
Free and liberated
Of age old rituals
Of persecution
And biased execution
But in name only!
Imagined conspiracies
Biases and fallacies
Working undercurrent
Resurface
To persecute
Torment and harass
Resulting in
Psychic weariness
In the name of
Justice and fair trial!
Nothing has changed
The men enjoy
Inflicting hard deadly blow
Covered with soft covers
To the pride and dignity
Of the handful few
Who take a stand
Rise against wrongs
To challenge and question
The erroneous deed
Unjustified pains inflicted
The tortures hurled
And pay a price
With a blow to
Their female dignity
And life!
And then they say
You have come
A long way baby!
