Male-Dominated Society

Are you afraid to see the red of blood-hibiscus?
Are you afraid to see the red of alta on a golden daughter's feet?

Then why didn't you see the bruises on my body…when the blood had clotted?
Where was your fear then?
Your terror didn't tame your brutality then, did it?
Then why such fear today over so little?

You object when a girl leaves home, don't you? Tell me?
And when you, dangling promises of love,
force that simple, trusting, foolish girl to leave home…
where is your moral judgment then?
Does it become such a grave sin when the girl of the house leaves home?
And what about your daily business of deception?
Is that all modernity then? Or something else?

You bloody your hands in violence over some innocent girl,
then raise those same hands to the Creator's door!
Don't you feel shame, really?
In some solitary moment, does remorse ever visit your heart?

What sinful game have you immersed yourselves in?
—The moment such questions arise, you tangle yourselves in disputes about women!
Wonderful, what a society!
What did you call it? Oh yes, this is a patriarchal society!

Whenever anyone raises these issues,
the housewife becomes terribly reckless in your eyes!
Isn't that right?

Seeing the defiance of your familiar, gentle girl,
you yourselves will feel terrible shame then!
The girl who wouldn't cry out even after seven slaps—
when you lose her, you'll see, the anguish will awaken in your hearts!

You know what will happen then?
Right then, at all your doors, that same universally acceptable daughter
you'll triumphantly declare abandoned and abandonable!
Right then, like a festering wound, will emerge
your butchery of sacrificing women under the disguise of humanity!
The society you've built, which you've named patriarchal—
this is exactly its true face!