Grand Grandson Of A Raping Gun Poem by Akhtar Jawad
Grand Grandson Of A Raping Gun
Where you live he's a love child of bishop and nun,
Or yogis and devdasis, their sex with a lot of fun,
Where I live mullah is content with his four wives,
His eleven children and news that one more arrives,
And my ruler is a grand grandson of a raping gun.
(Devdais were the sex workers kept in temples for social service)
The first two lines are the social ills of society. A form of social deviance that destroys the core of society. They don't deserve to be in their positions. A powerful and incisive write.
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in the grindstone of evolution of civilization everything has changed origin is dead in disguise the buffoon is chief actor!