Minister of Culture - Tilt



A pretty bride of India

Is burned with kerosene

Her husband keeps her dowry

And his freedom is achieved

A Burmese girl in Bangkok

Is of value for her skin

Sold for her complexion

Never saw her home again



The minister of culture

He argues so well

He 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 an obstruction

Painfully infected mass

A dress code violation

Is an outrage in Iran

Splashed her face with acid

Only then 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 rasie her hand

The likelihood of her success is not an even chance



The minister of culture

He's wringing his hands

He keeps on laughing

As he demands-



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