Who Will Bear The Shame? Poem by lalitha iyer

Who will bear the shame of Carrying?
He who bore the Cross
or he who adore the Crescent
or he who herded the sheep
or he who roads the weep.

Who will bear the shame of a Womb?
The husband who seeded her
the child who is embedded in her?
the nature which breeded her?
or the culture which feeded her?

They lashed her for being a Widow
they bled her for sharing without vow
they whipped her for crossing the line
she sipped only the cup of her Creator's wine.

She was beaten up in public
a mute, silent, cowardish republic
she was ripped open, a budding mother
her womb shall curse the kingdom and others

the pain she bore, oh God forbid nomore
shall any woman suffer, in her passions tower
unknowing the cause and cure, they tore her apart
the temple of birth, the Mosque of Life and Church under cover

those who know not their mother
or mother's pain and stained shiver
beat her for bearing a child with no father
what is in a father, but a knot donkeyed to devour...

they did a job that motherless men do
they killed the fatherless babe which they have save to do
they violated the Creator's Code
for no reason they transgressed the basic moral mode

to bear the fruits a tree has liberty
birds of feather weather the pollens every tree
plants breed, animals freed, birds create, dogs deviate
nature seeds, nature has weeds,
the killer weeds grew more wrongly
the creator's deeds cursed as weeds.

the man who seeded did not stop
the men who witnessed did no job
the men who beat her heartless brutes
and the God who Spermed the life forms silent
did not afford her ease and escape route
was he ashamed to own his name,
who bleeded her to sprout from age's the same