They are the progeny of darkness Souls gouged out by greed and arrogance They burn, they kill, they rape and sell Their brides, unborn girl-child, accursed daughters All carrion to the vultures of dowry... They strip womanhood to tatters Then weave from the shreds of its dignity Gilded raiment for their sons!
And then there is us...
The pietistic upholders Of women's liberty and sanctity! Pontius Pilates... We cleanse our consciences with decibel-perfect opportune dissonances Complacent veneers masking Cowardice and apathy
Us... Silent partners in crime Us... Macabre shadows of the offspring of iniquity.