Complaining

All politicians are corrupt
  And what are you doing to
  Change this?
  Are you hoping to be a
  Politicians someday?

Journalism has gone to the dogs
  So tell me
  When will you take up
  War of pen and paper
  And join the media forces?

This country has no respect for women
  What about the time
  Your catcalls made a female walk away in fear
  Or the time you called
  Your friend a son of a bitch?

We have no freedom
  When was the protest you held
  To inform the relevant parties
  Of your breached
  Human rights?

We shouldn't be celebrating the end of war
  Mothers, teachers, the elderly, lovers, friends
  They all have days dedicated to them
  Why is it that victims of war
  Don't deserve a single day a year, at least?

Everything is so dirty here
  So it wasn't you who
  Threw that chewing gum wrapper
  On to the road instead of a
  Dustbin?

The traffic is terrible
  Have you forgotten that
  Your family goes to Colombo
  At the same time in
  Four separate vehicles?

That girl is dressed like a slut. Totally asking for it
  So anyone can rape you
  Simply because
  Your shorts reveal just as much as
  That girl's skirt does?

Covered from head to toe. So oppressed
  Didn't you just complain
  Of a girl's short skirt?
  What exactly is the right length of clothing
  In your book of rules?