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The Silent Chorus of Asia's Missing Daughters

The mourning sun struggled to shine over the good earth longing for uprooted seeds, O-Lan’s second bamboo shoot harvested far too soon. The eighth page of my American newspaper casually mentions Sixty Million Missing, as is our rage. Silent choruses of Asia's daughters during this thirty-year long monsoon of tears cry out in unison: Was gender our only crime, or was it the cruelty of order? (to form an even more perfect union, one child-no second chance, second child-no first chance.) Inhuman actuaries compute the fair market value of rare Punjabi jewels as the opportunity cost of their ultimate dowries, while surplus men pine. O blind new world proud of its amniotic intelligence, so unaware of the consequences of unnatural selection, last night I dreamt Heaven’s narrow gates welcoming millions scarcely born, its vast expanse unable to contain our aggregate guilt, the billions of us who remain.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 7/4/2011 12:13:00 PM
Nice write on a poignant subject!
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Date: 7/4/2011 12:12:00 PM
Nice write on a poignant subject!
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Date: 6/27/2011 8:06:00 AM
Congratulations on your win in Lay's "My Children" contest Rhys. Love, Carol
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Date: 6/23/2011 7:36:00 PM
Hey!!! Who is to speak for them if not the poet. They have no voices. This one could just as easily have won the whole shebang. Love, Joyce
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Date: 6/23/2011 6:06:00 PM
Congrats Rhys on your HM in the children contest with this precious piece luv.. enjoy special honor for excellent poetry ..
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