You’re unclean; your bodily fluids are obnoxious
You bleed and pollute
Like the fountain of sin
That flows every month
Don’t you dare step into the sanctum sanctorum
Built on top of a hill with mud and stone;
You are not welcome; your blood is ugly
And your presence will arouse the celibate Lord
We have the right to keep you out
By closing the gates to you and your ilk
For you leak blood from your orifice
Do you want to enter the shrine? Have you no shame?
Copyright©Madras Courier, All Rights Reserved. You may share using our article tools. Please don't cut articles from madrascourier.com and redistribute by email, post to the web, mobile phone or social media.Please send in your feed back and comments to editor@madrascourier.com
