red moon

That day it rained warm blood everyone was drenched 

Streets were muddy with a weary stench. Pickles went rotten and the houseplants burnt with the blood soaked wood..  everyone frowned in disgust at the blood red moon who burnt alive the men who tried to touch my sisters. The elder women of the house still frowned at this misery and told the women it was their responsibility. It was still the women who highlighted patriarchy .. a few good men had no blood on their hands .. are they real men society asked.. the rain would stop only when the women wish.. they were told to forgive and end this but the times had change .. no women would stop the rain until the Society changed

We only have two demands , to let us live is the first one , and the way we want