Violence from the eyes of a Woman
World, look how pregnant you are with destruction?
Look how vulnerable you are, with your own sorry sins?
Propaganda that you bring up, building up, and building on itself
Lies that you so truthfully ogle, perpetually
From your mouthpieces attached to bigoted faces!
World, just how distraught are you in your
Miserable, cunning ignorance, greed?
Your only tools are conniving deceit, distrust and disbelief
Of life construction, since your sole goal is destruction…
Of your own, at that!
Vices of all kinds you sow and you reap;
Your arsenal…
Indiscriminate mechanism of your death, your foolish end,
You have that too?? How smart of you!!!
Time and again as your history would have you learn,
Only if you knew what learning is…
But no, all your forgetful burns are to be renewed by you
Only you can do this to your abode, only you!
None of this happens in other life cycles of any other life form
Intelligence you call it,
When you feel that you are almost secure,
Vulnerability gets to your core.
Blackened hearts you own,
Sealed confines of crooked mind-mines,
Your business is booming, your plight,
But oh World, will be a scored sore for you!
And you want your paranoia to win you mercy of the Maker
Invincible you act, as if you are the Maker yourself
Wow, hales to you, bows to you
Your death awaits you, that is of your own doing, too.
World, just how free are you in your converged freedom onto you?
Mindless killing, torture and disdain,
You revel in this carnage of blood,
And shameless humiliations your brutal agencies cause.
All that oozing and bleeding, no band-aid would hold
The probe is you, your rustic probe of not getting things right
Always finding alibis, ruining life, taking lives
Unstoppable yes, for now it seems, to you,
But collapse you will on your own, soon.
For Justice, will be like-wise, very un-kind to you
For Justice, will not be kind to you
Dushwari