Onlookers

Onlookers look up 
To find a thing they could put the blame on
To raise a question 
To show their anger on women’s indecency
With a serious purpose 
They look on because they take it as hierarchy
Nothing is spared by their piercing eyes
The women’s body (covered or uncovered) put their lust on fire
Their whistles show your beauty is fair
Staring constantly is an act of dare
Their following sometimes can make you scare 
They wanna touch you – who knows this chance is rare
Their faith is shaken to a certain level
They whisper in heart “she is mother of devil”
On sight of a woman, the curtain of shame is dropped down 
The eyes of such men wear not any gown