The Roaring Tempest

Eyes that mirror perverted minds

Gaze upon me with fearsome malice
To them, I am but an object of greed
No different than a land to be conquered or a prize to be won

They accuse me of immorality

A liberal vixen from the wretched city, they say
Relentlessly, they put the blame on me
as they secretly tremble with lust

They are so nimble in crucifying you and me

And yet, many have fallen to their device
Many have been snared in their most intimate fantasies
Their worth, reduced to bodily dimensions and bestial pleasures

Is this but natural in a mans world?

It is but natural to discriminate, hate, and violate?
To this I say no, for one day, like a roaring tempest
The wind of change will hammer skewed views and erode brawny barriers

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