A pretty bride of India is burned with kerosene her husband keeps her =dowry and his freedom is achieved, a burnese girl in Bangkok is of value =for her skin, solid for her complexiion, never saw her home again. The =minister of culture, he argues so well, his teeth are flashing as he =details, a legacy of murder, a heritage of rape, a time honored =tradition to maim and mutilate. Cut away her labia with dirty broken =glass, she died of obstruction prainfully infected mass, a dress code =violation is an outrage in Iran, splashed her face with acid only them =the fun began. She wasn't good enough, a female child left face down =packed in the snow, umbilical cord around her tiny feet, she suffers and =dies alone. A woman in a western home is under house arrest, a drunkard =is her jailer he's entitled to molest, her daughter is passed over when =she tries to raise her hand, the likeliness of her success is not an =even chance. The minister of culture, he's wringing his hands, he keeps =on laughing as he demands- "
No human right applies her, our women will =agree, our property has spoken no cause to intervine."
Submitted by: Mel
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