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To the eyes that seek malaise

from the hunting chase of perverted praise

 

To the breasts that expose

the misogynist lumps under sartorial blindfolds

 

To the legs that don’t feel complete

without the invasive graze of foreign screams

 

To the fingers that copulate in prayer

as He extinguishes a plea of universal repair

 

To the mind that conditionally cowers

under the scarring commands of carnal powers

 

To the headlines that find solace

in the shaming slander of stolen grace

 

To the politics that uncover precedents

under the medieval guise of common sense

 

To the blood that flames and flows

while the fuming universe between the legs grows

 

To the head that wears this deflowered crown

and won’t let the wounded prominence weigh its pride down

 

To the light that shines inside you

may the brightness bare the opaque views

may it find its muse in the house of truth

may it never diffuse on the use of a ruse

it will burn bright for every doubted dainty knight

through the ominous leeching and screeching of every  dark night

 

To us

To all of us

To all of us who create a ruckus, only when we believe that it’s a must

May we not just implore the wheezes of unwanted breath breezes

May our screeches not presume the presence of some breaches

May our scratches battle the gust of every unwanted thrust

May we gain the share of a wider terrain

May the world not foil us,

And may we always remain blind in our trust.