Minister of Culture

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."