Custodian of Righteousness

Man in khaki, hummed and hawed,

self-importance swelling his chest,

competing with his pot-belly,

unhidden 'neath his uniform vest.

The little waifs standing before him

trembled with fear, caught in bush

with no other place to whisper,

tender words of love, in a rush.

His face hued purple, apoplectic,

spewing moralistic sermon,

feeding the media present,

halo of words, and a caption.

Box on his ears sent him sprawling

to the floor.  Girl cowered by the wall,

fearing the next blow that would come,

but did not fall on her at all.

Different fate awaited her

a deed planned in the beast's mind,

appease the lust building in his pit,

when he and she were left behind.

oh ye custodians of righteousness,

should your hypocrisy be unveiled,

we let you lose, to face the wrath

of the hungry mob that railed,

to lynch you, no mercy, no trial,

with as much compassion you showed

to the frightened innocent waifs,

you men in governance corrode.

In public, venerate women, 

as wife, sister and mother,

worship, goddesses incarnate,

and in honor's name, kill 'n clobber.

Nation of perverse beings are we?

with god given power askew.

Conduct code, set on helpless all,

except themselves, the chosen few,

the men in governance,

the men in power,
the men in control