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Dying for a Dowry (Free verse) by Blue Magpie
Twenty-five thousand brides
are burned to death
in India each year,
a million more
young woman live in fear;
beauty deprived of breath;
society made sick by what it hides.
This putrid smell,
a burnt offering from hell
made for the dubious benefit
their dowries gain
Is quite illegal ...
yet their bodies fall like rain.
poisoning the country
with their pain.
The murders ...
husbands and relatives,
people ...
who care for Tvs more
than human lives,
go unpunished,
uncondemned, set free
by other people, men,
who quietly think,
if these be thoughts
amid such moral stink.
"I'll take his cash,
the truths is hard to see"
How can humanity
be sunk so fearful low?
If they could just perceive,
then they would know.
They curse themselves,
more than they can believe.
Life teaches us ourselves
and so I say.
"See all the truth and weep.
Too deep the well
and too bitter all the world
for those who sell...
humanity so cheap."
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Arithmetic Mean: 5.4
Weighted score: 5.2
Overall Rank: 4548
Posted: October 13, 2002 10:07 AM PDT; Last modified: October 13, 2002 10:26 AM PDT
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Glad you liked it, the story came from New Scientist, which I get months behind time, I can go check out the exact issue if you wish, I put them in my school after I have read them.
Line 5 should be women not woman
The murders should be Their murderers
its amazing the mistakes that a spell checker doesn't pick up.