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.