There are greyhounds that cut across
America, carrying colleges students,
Freshers and sophomores, to the over-sexed
Halls of fraternities and sororities.
Here, you find a status quo that drives
Young women to sheer desperation
After all a culture that only treats
The soul with the respect of her skin garment
Crushes the long queues of virgins
Whose flesh are embodiments of the holy scripture
Broken by the tide of an indifferent fate.
A virgin is a bulwark on her own right
Bathing the body with morphing time.
And In the battles of the sexes,
The power to wield will always rest feebler
Than the mettle of the shield.