WOMAN'S SOLEMN CRY

A WOMAN'S SOLEMN CRY

The clouds has grown dark.
Bending herself like an ark .
Frawning her face to the cry
of the fatherless in a try
to endure and ensure
that they fight and  cure
the wounds of life's foul mar.

It is in this ignominious place
that we cherish opulence
than our own blessed semen
And our pregnant women
Yet we claim to be "men"

They toil in the sun
While you have more than fun
Our duties, we shun
And take a  "temple run"

They are left with pain
Beaten by the rain
In the company of loneliness
And Sighing with bitterness

That blessed semen kicks out
With fear it cried out
Asking questions in an alien language
For he came without a luggage
Into this old but strange planet
With his golden tenet
Being his formality
Thrashed away by reality

 And why won't this dreary
World be Scary
When men are now monkeys
Jumping from tree to tree
Making women donkeys
The best we do is flee

This is more than they bargained
Yet they never complained
Let's use our brains
To free them from these chains

Written By: Mohammed Saani Kataali Firdaus Tiyumli