My blood on your hands father
screaming in scarlet rage
inks today in red letter
crimson sacrilege
My blood on your tied hands mother
crusts, maroons you and me
and yet, we can protest
damn destiny
My blood on your hands Country
courses carmine in citizens
Will you stop the massacre?
your daughter asks
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Written by Mindfills s.s. for
d’Verse MTB – Protest poetry. A voice against female foeticide. Thank you Grace at dVerse for such a powerful inspiration.
Reena’s exploration challenge #154 – background
Mindfills 
Awesome 👍🏻👍🏻
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Thank you.
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The consent of the mothers (even if it is forced) bothers me. The patriarchal system is made up of all these elements together,
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It is rarely consent. But it does exist . May not be mother but other women. An issue that is quiet and insidious.
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This is a gut punch.
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Powerful read.
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