Kalyug Kings and Locker Room Lies

 

They sit in circles, patting backs,
Whispering tales of their so-called attacks.
"Breaking a woman," they say with pride,
While hiding their ignorance deep inside.

Their mothers taught them they’re gods on a throne,
While teaching girls to stand alone.
Self-respect in a woman? That’s called a flaw—
But their ego? Protected by unspoken law.

They say they admire a woman’s mind,
Yet mock her strength and try to bind.
Call her “crazy,” “obsessed with pride,”
When their own insecurities they can’t hide.

In the locker room, they measure worth,
Boasting of dominance, power, and mirth.
Yet real women aren’t ranked on a scale,
No prizes to win, no points to nail.

They ask if we pray, or if it's just for show,
While scriptures and verses they don’t know.
Lecturing on faith they don’t own,
Judging our values, but hiding their own.

They’d say it’s “Kalyug,” and things are grim,
An excuse for hypocrisy buried within.
Star Wars tales borrowed from Vedic lore,
But they’d teach us religion as if they knew more.

So here’s a toast to these “kings of the mud,”
Who rage and whine at womanhood,
Claiming strength in voices loud,
But fearful of a woman unbowed.