In The Economics Of Sex And Sin

Had it been Haiti or Djibouti
Her Queen would have sent her armada
Where ends the piety of parity
‘Laity’ braces for coup d’état !

In the foxy trysts of truths and lies
Pain seems to be a saint profane
The sin in the heart of fireflies
Spills o’er to leave a seminal stain !

Sex is feminism’s butter and bread
And mankind’s long-lasting conquest
There are no Gods in Satan’s bed
Just humans playing sin’s slug-fest !

Queen dare discount her subject’s tears
There’s more therein than a woman’s chagrin
A motherland sells to a fatherland’s fears
In The Economics Of Sex And Sin!

© 2020 Vikas Chandra

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