The wails of the women in my homeland

Gazing at the visages of the women,
Tears of anguish flow from my eyes,
Decapitation overtakes my hands,
My heart feels gutted.
My gutsy pen starts to bleed with verses.

The women of my homeland,
Consuming like a breakfast,
By dudes with an uncontrollable libido,
Without their consent.
Oh, my homeland!

Waking up from a nap,
The song of hanky-panky in my ears,
My mind becomes hazy,
I saw mega heads with long hair,
Walking like a tortoise,
Victimized.

Intellect ion engulfs me,
Like the Sun in the sky,
The faltering of my pen,
And the squall voice of my hands,
Start to groan the wail of the anguish of the women in my homeland.

I groan every day,
For the anguish of the women,
Like the infant,
Cutting their hymen,
Obliterating their future.

In my mind,
They are magnets,
With an invaluable price tag.
In my homeland,
They are toys,
With a Mickey Mouse's price tag,
Oh, my homeland!
Hear the wail of the women,
The screeching voice of the women.