Chador

What hide you there
behind that sacred scarf? Is it
a shame to share your smile?
Or is it beauty deep within
that few can comprehend?

Your western maids
bestow endowments, lovingly
of bosoms bare and charm,
consumed on pageant runways lit,
on sunny city streets.

Is it vile tools
of men who steal your sacred choice,
with dogma grim to lock
away your countenance and will?
Who robs you of your thoughts?

Or subtle laws
of mothers' modesty? Is it
An erudition prized?
Unspoken words and gains hid far
behind that holy veil?

Should you not stand
before the bar of foreign eyes
for measure of your pride?
Do you await deliverance?
Have I your leave to ask?

- Les Blough

Hidden there ...
behind that sacred scarf. Is it
a shame to share your smile?
Or is it beauty deep within
that few can comprehend?

Western maids
bestow endowments, lovingly
of bosoms bare and charm,
consumed on pageant runways lit,
magazines and sunny city streets.

Have heavy cleric hands
stole your sacred choice,
with dogma grim locking
down your countenance and will,
projections of their fear and vice?

Or do subtler laws of
mothers' modest tenor rule,
an erudition prized?
Unspoken words and gains hid far
beneath that holy veil?

Should you not stand
before the bar of foreign eyes
for measure of your strength?
Do you await deliverance
as western voices say?

- Les Blough

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