Men And Mothers Have To Be Rehabilitated! Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

We can't shout aloud,
That we are groped,
Once we are touched,
We are doomed,
As the filthy meat,
Full of maggots.

Our rights are denied,
On this holy land,
Where the cities are built,
The buses are run,
The tracks are laid,
The colleges are founded,
The education is sold.

The culture is spoiled,
The cousin culture is imported,
They want us to be pure water,
Boil sharp at 100 degrees,
Impurities increases and decreases,
The boiling point of our culture.

Women are blind folded,
When their sons are brutes,
A few are even happy,
When their sons have concubines,
Women are ignorant and impulsive,
To preach the notorious ignorance.

That they have failed to teach,
Their sons to be modern and modest,
To treat another woman as them,
As their sisters, not as the sweet meats,
When women can make the difference,
They are clouded with superficial imagination.

Thinking exposing is the women's
Liberation on the streets of nations,
Where the men have the problems,
With their genetics, when they are white,
Be careful with colored human,
that stand on attention with slight provocation.

Even the doctors have to be covered,
With white coat, helping their patients,
Not to get excited, when they are examined,
Women have to learn the lesson,
As sisters and mothers at home,
Covering all their treasures.

Men are men everywhere,
And they are vulnerable,
Rehabilitation is possible,
Habits have to be nurtured,
Mothers have to be blamed,
If a son or sons violate,
The modesty of innocents.

The state should be blamed,
When their citizens are under drugs,
Having the obscene scenes in the brains,
Forget the humanity as if it is the spirit,
That they have drunk and forgotten,
The innocence is butchered.