Why Not A Daughter?

Hither and thither, intense longing for a son

Discontent overtook if instead his is her

Genocide to latter, sounds to the world a pun

God to curse such punitive err

Ceased she to be father's princess

Absence to mother's look-alike persist

Men brave in servitude and the shackles lust

for summonses

Still friction under the foot longs to resist

An impetus to happiness and laughter

Adorned to a beautiful little daughter