Phallic Country, a Dystopian Nation

Under the rubble of a whole nation
we have only phalluses
billions of phalluses
nothing else
where history is edited and the future is smoky
phallus rules everything.
Everything for phallus,
phallus for everything.

Every hour, four women are raped.
Innumerable vaginas tattered,
millions murdered,
some burnt alive.

Deep inside me
a phallus rules my anatomy
threatens me, forces me,
kills me, nails me,
veils me, unveils me
leaves me unorgasmic.

In a phallic nation
every second a woman is feasted upon.
Everything for phallus,
phallus for everything.

Moumita Alam is a poet from West Bengal. Her poetry collection The Musings of the Dark is available on Amazon.

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