Inside feminism

*INSIDE FEMINISM*

Verse I

Men ?
When dullard is head at home,
His skull scarce marital lore,
Retired from duty stinking smell,
He entered raucously,
Rude to all like a dictator.
To a savant head,
The body lotion,
A C at the resting room,
Harmonious face at entrance,
He provide marital bliss.

Verse II

Women ?
When an introvert at home,
The home chores,
None is missing,
At a time the chow is ready,
A total respect and esteem,
Scare of breaking point.
But inside feminism,
Polluted with strange ideas,
Groping for undetained right.

Verse III

A woman at home,
Inside furnishment,
Enough time to pray,
Looking after children,
Less stress,
Now at juncture,
The inspiration of strange ideas,
Whispering in her mind,
I hear it saying,
"He detained my right".

Verse IV

Inside feminism,
The task is evacuating,
They demand men to rest,
They need to sweat,
They want to publicise,
Blowing the whistle on,
You my jazzy madam,
Mingling in public aware.

Verse V

Attention !
When money are kept in a coffers,
Gold are kept in a briefcase,
Diamond are scarce on the street,
Blare not Oh ! A dulcet wife.
Inside feminism,
I smellsense strumpet,
I smellsense savage,
I see downfall ahead,
Straight down to a dungeon well.

Verse VI

When brainwash is misheard,
The eyes become blind,
In appraisal,
Here at the battle line,
You drag and drag,
But nothing will change,
The darkness at the tunnel end,
Ending as widows and divorcees.

Usman Ahmad Murtala.
18/12/2017