Are you proud of yourself,
Boasting how you hit a girl below the belt?
What’s the point of worshipping a Goddess
If you mock the very organs that give life?
And you think a woman’s respect
Hinges on how much you earn?
Is that the height of your manhood—
Your so-called intelligence?
Were you just a naive child,
Or a man who never grew a spine?
Would you enjoy being groped,
A hand shoved between your thighs,
And someone paraded as if they tasted
The nectar of eternal life?
Is this your legacy?
A world where reverence turns to hypocrisy,
And silence shields the guilty?
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