He preaches, a service on lips, tongue's no bones,
Quick from the door of a brothel house,
Fanged snake like, venomous, spread on all alike,
Habit never breaks, a take on mores, inappropriate.
He thus taketh away, an edge, by sharp measure,
Or they for the girl, of a highest achieve -
Simple satire, why her face was not burned in acid.
Beggars of centuries, diminutive in culture
Rise above, nor history, learn from infame of predecessor.
Swallow the bait, or develop, satire's swift blade,
Honor and dignity, repository to whom?
‘I don't want to get into the gutter
With this guy', Said General Eisenhower to McCarthy.
When alls gone to the gutters, how you stand,
Whilst a drop of impurity, white dresses importune.
Sadiqullah Khan
Gilgit
November 14,2014.
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