Cherchez La Femme…anguish Of Eve Poem by saadat tahir

Parisian cops 'Looked for the woman'
'Cherchez la femme'-grunts a cayman!
Mostly men, when lose their money.
Say we all, there's somewhere a honey.
Few savings they had lost in a bet.
The wife's sick an tired of debt,
Blow up lives in slapdash gamble.
'Cherchez la femme' then surly amble.
no matter what, woman at the raw.
'Frere; Cherchez la femme', the law!
la femme... dans la nuit, dans la nuit.'
Women in the night, whore in the suit.'
They're all the same, slut or saint.
Playing a whore till they fall and faint.
Reviled pseudo-intellects, cry out foul.
Lust and cruelty shape such ghoul.
Lolita seduces and rakes us afoul.
She's the one who makes us prowl.
Riggers and hands; men of the road.
Porches or choppers when explode.
Lose their jobs to recession or slow,
'Cherchez la femme" will surely blow.
One maybe was, but usually not
To "burn at stake" someone's caught
Never ending witch hunt in this world
"Daughter of eve" lies painfully curled


(Islamabad)
(May 18,2009)