Harem Hierarchy

She told me I was number one
in your harem hierarchy
the one with the largest energy supply
your deepest well to recharge your old battery

Your multitasking is unsustainable, alas,
One time you asked me what’s *sustainability*
And equally naively I answered
like a goofy schoolgirl

With all my experience that came from
watching you go out of energy supply,
I can also tell you what sustainability
is NOT:

It is not running around like a
headless chicken or a spunky cock
stalking the next prey to peck and
ingratiating yourself under her skin

Perhaps I should feel honored to be
at the top of your harem hierarchy
but knowing how many times you disparaged
those immigrants who built your country,
your hypocrisy, self-righteousness
and supremacy syndrome makes me so
ashamed of myself to have set foot
in the dark premises of your harem…

You could have offered me some mint tea
some sweets with fleur d’oranger or a
kind word in display of warmth
and affection but oh, no,
unlike a real warm harem,
yours was more of an ice hut
in the middle of an ice desert

So next time you decide to admonish
anyone’s culture, please have a look
within yourself first and just then,
you might realize you are no different
from that you make fun of or disparage

Next time you feel like putting people down,
look back on how you benefited from them,
their hospitality, their homes, their women
you brashenly devoured, lied to and deceived,
all belonging to that culture and all the
pleasures you derived from it for half
the price of your own ice-frigid culture!

It’s one thing to keep living with a soul
like icicle, another to revel in your own harem
of stupidity and ignorance, for the concubines
have woken up from deep sleep all at once!