Tale Of Tradition
This is the tale of a realm where the Paterfamilias rule. All reside under their strong fist. Their herculean shoulder bears the heavy weight. Their masculine intelligentsia govern the wind and bluster the politics. The Patriarchs knows all. Their palatial edifice is erected upon the biased base. Since the ancient times with their exertion, They've maintained the custom. Their walls speak of inequality. The windows open to the desert of oppression. Their threshold is chained. The sudor pouring off their rugged forehead bespoke of their labour. They control all. They're the lord They're the master. Just them and only them, None is worth ruling except for them. There are other inhabitants of this land too. The 'other' The 'inferior' The 'subjugated' The misogynistic scriptures tell these others to embrace their transgressions. The foul manipulation of the Patriarchs misled the other to their own perdition. The parti pris dogma tells them,...