Bunga Bunga everywhere,

a powerful man with silly hair
seduced a girl too young and scared,
was married too but didn’t care.
Corrupt and feared!

Bunga Bunga sounds like fun,

a swimming pool and saucy sun,
an Egyptian that was on the run
Or, under-aged Morocun
Who ****** the boss!

Bunga Bunga ***** and *****,

coffles of women to choose
and buy and grab and ride and use,
with confidence
and so much to lose,
but why didn’t he lose?

Why didn’t he lose when it was on the news
and hundreds of thousands of people accused  
him of scandal and incompetence?
He never revealed his conscience
or any remorse for play boy antics
so far removed from his pedantic
stereotype as a political leader,
more like a ****** wheeler dealer,
pervy old ***** geezer,
over cologned,
greasy,
heavy breather;
machinating falsifier;
misogynistic *******.

He prized a Ruby above the rest.
Bunga bunga, what a pest...
she leaked his private fetish fest;
poor Silvio, he tried his best
to hide the bribes and bets
and ****** and drugs and threats
but never could care
what was right and
what was fair.
Could only care
about the colour of his
**** hair.

Why make lines?
To separate and divide?
To choose a side?
For a wall to hide behind?
Why make lines?
Is it to criticizes?
Or to falsifier,
The notion of compromise?
Why make lines?
Is it the circle you deny?
Refusing to give me a slice a pie?
Forcing a goodbye?

Line maker,
You are no artiest of mine.
Line maker,
I see you have not dulled your eraser.
Line maker,
Wasting our time.

Why make lines?
Why choose sides?
Why divide?
Why say I died?
Line maker,
You can't separate that which connects all of us into one class, kingdom, and religion.
That is time.

Los demonios que residen oscurecen nuestro mundo
Dispuesto a tomar nuestra vida en un segundo.
Creeping and crawling, they terrorize your soul;
They all crawl out and roam about from their deep, demonic hell holes.
Run all you want; there's no where you can hide.
You can't survive in this cruel life without God by your side.
I need Him there to love and care and guide me in His light
Because you never know when el Diablo's gonna strike you in the night.
You dance with the devil, you're playing with your luck
Y el poseerte faster than you can scream fu...
NOW LISTEN HERE, YOU LITTLE ****, I AM NOT TO BLAME;
YOU'RE THE ONE THAT CHOSE TO GO DOWN YOUR OWN WALK OF SHAME.
I JUST TRIED TO HELP YOU. *******, you're a liar.
You're just a falsifier..I'LL FILL YOUR VEINS WITH FIRE!
I KNOW ALL YOUR DESIRES; I COULD MAKE THEM COME TRUE.
I don't wanna be that person..******* YOU'RE A LIAR, TOO!
DON'T TRY TO HIDE THE TRUTH; YOU KNOW YOU'VE GONE INSANE.
JUST GIVE UP HOPE, SMOKE SOME DOPE TO **** THE PAIN IN YOUR BRAIN.
YOU LOVE IT, OH YOU LOVE IT, YES YOU LOVE IT, YES YOU DO.
But..STOP TRYING TO ARGUE WITH ME; I KNOW WHAT IS BEST FOR YOU.
CONFIÁ EN MÍ, QUE NO SOY MALA
¡SIN MÍ ALMA EN TU VIDA, NO ERES NADA!
That's when I remembered my Heavenly Father from up above
Who blesses me so graciously with His never ending love.
I need Your help to save myself from a dark, demonic fate
Filled with agony, misery, darkness and hate.
GOD WON'T HELP YOU THIS TIME; HE LEFT YOU LONG AGO.
I looked at him in the eyes saying, "You don't even know."
I knew He was arriving; I could feel it in the air.
An aura of love and bliss replaced the hate and despair.
DON'T GET TOO EXCITED; I'LL BE BACK FOR YOU AGAIN.
MAYBE YOU'LL GO ONE ON ONE INSTEAD OF CALLING YOUR FRIEND.
As he left, I took a breath; I just escaped my death.
His presence was an essence like a bad trip on some ****.
And it's in that moment that suddenly blew my mind
When I finally realized that real eyes realize real lies.
And as God entered my heart, I began to start
To love my Lord as a whole; not just as a part.
I know the dark Lord will come for me someday,
But to his dismay, I must say, the Lord will have his way... OBEY

Between me and you
This situation is dire,
This letter a cry for ceasefire
You wrapped my heart in wire, tripwire
I tried to walk away but it snapped, it set me on fire
What I would have given to have never tasted desire
Of a falsifier like The Killer’s messiah

My daddy doesn’t love me anymore
Because religion and I had a war
And I left out his front door

But you, I idealized you up on a pedestal
No wonder your love was inaccessible
And I was expendable
You seem to think I can handle silence
My mind is sounding sirens, sounding sirens
Do you read this and think compliance?

But I see you in corners of mirrors
In the faces of the drinkers
And in the reflection of liquors
Your name on the tail of their whispers
God  I swear everything here is a trigger
And you’re the killer

I’m not better than her
Or any of the others
What do you smoke more of?
Cigarettes or your lovers?

connectedness
is the aspiration of your being
adjacent hearts are the
only priority
but
the falsifier of your brain
makes you endure the weight
of forged disregard
"you aren't their world"
but you know it's a lie
for all humans are the same
connectedness
is their existence

A girl is born
They are happy
Hoping next one will be son
Next one
Also a girl
Parent’s are happy
But not society
Oh almighty !
Why?
God replies ,
‘’ Being boy like you is easy
Life’s good
maybe sometimes cheesy
Free-domed
Can pitch in makin’ decision ‘’
Rogered words
One acknowledged
Other knowledge-less
One tried to aware
Other are a way away
If boy’s wrong
he mistakenly did that
He is fair
In the girl’s facts  
She is falsifier
We boys too face some obstacles in deed
But definitely not suffer from half hour regular bleed
She
Should stay 4 days far a month like broiler hen
Far from parents care
and
suffered in 1 AM at night
suffocated for a glass of water
ordered to not to touch tap or filter
gazed on Banyan’s strips
ragged , whistled and horn beeps
Despite these ,
Bidya Devi Bhandari is President
Srinkhala khatiwada engineer
There are many such Bhandari Khatiwada’s
Showing us by their ability
We are no more living in
Male dominant society !