Half Gentlemen Not Beasts.


We are dressed in a long coat and a noble pointed hat so tall,
Boots some 48$ and With every branded outfits possible.
Who are we?
We are the half gentlemen not beasts.
We belong to those respected societies,
Where masks are our true identity.
We have our own grooves,
We are smooth in all our shitty crimes,
But, 
But tagging us demons? Are you?
You bloody rascals! Knock off!  Because we are half gentlemen not beasts.

 We have all the civil rights,
We have all the equality of opportunity,
It is just our psyche that doesn't stop our hands,
Hands from snatching some dupattas from her shoulder,
From having her feel our nasty touch which she always denied.
But,
But we are half gentlemen not beasts.

 We can beat her,
We can yell!
We can rape,
We can pound! 
We can ask her to put her self esteem away aloof aside,
We can buy her for hours to quench our thirst 
But, but you can't punish us,
We are respectable,
Because we are half gentlemen not beasts.

 Dreamers only dream,
But we did it in our actions,
We trapped,
We attacked,
We abused,
We violated,
We molested,
We ! YES, we are the mighty hands that compelled her to compromise.
But NO offense!
We are sorry but not sorry,
You can't call us rapists,
Rape means "an act of plunder by force",
But, she only white flagged herself.
And we, we are half gentlemen not beasts.

 Give us applause, clap around aloud, shower the garlands, give us fives and more bodies to scum upon.
Let's celebrate this victory,
Cheers to India who made an entry in the list of RAPE CULTURE,
BUT,
We are half gentlemen not beasts.

 WHAT?
What the fuck are you gawking at? Yawping at us?
Oh! So you wanna punish us?
But, Broh this is India,
Until you put us in the hanger,
We will be set free.
Because we are half gentlemen, not beasts.
You should now play dead,
There is no use of you trying to get our head.

 Yay!
Only solution we give you is,
Set aside and move away,
Act unseen, unheard, unsaid.
Don't lament because it was she, not you!
Lucky you!
Now move your ass away.
Sit in your cave, at ease.
Gape at the news -- day after another.
Because we, 
We are half gentlemen not BEASTS. 
*CLAP*CLAP*CLAP* 

~ Akankshya Das👣

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