Show me a saint
in the gender-criticizing world
Show me that criticizing kettle
that is more saintly than the black pot
Show me a country fowl finding fault
that does not bath in sand like the duck in mud
And show me a misogynist
that does not make eyes at one girl covertly.
Show me loitering night insects
without a beckoning ray of light
Show me ant guests on a dinner table
without an inviting left-over
Show me dancing butterflies around
without bright petals betraying sweet nectar
And show me a tempted man
without a sensual woman.
Show me billowing smoke
without a burning matter
Show me a turbid stream
without the dirt right inside
Show me a ballroom dance
without some two exchanging hands
And show me a woman-of-the-street
without a man-about-town.
But tell me if every metal rusts
the transition metal aluminum, at least, does not
And tell me, if all Carbon elements are dull
the allotrope diamond does glister and glisten, I know
And tell me if all stones are common and cheap
but there are precious stones, and real dear they are, you know
Now tell me—in this world of these mess already
a few cannot stand out yet?!