Two Systems Poem by Abdul Wahab

For the permanent settlement
of exploitation oh, my dear,
they made caste system in
the name of religion, inhuman,
notorious esotericism, one is born
from the mouth and other is from
the legs, a blot on humanism, class
system is not less scum of the earth,
not a thin chain, both are strong
tentacles, good enough to suck blood
the two Greek bugs fate and luck
you know you are sick, cut the chain,
spray the insecticide I know they, too,
suffer from diseases one is irrational
other is unscientific, I have for them
two doses of medicine, the first one
is love the second one is severe beating..