Letra Minister Of Culture de Tilt original
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