In Your Honor

Fighting for honor, they say
Where is the honor, I ask

In keeping marriage pure, they say
In killing those who love, I correct

Love is bound to come, they say
What bounds is not love, I remark

What will the society think, they say
Think what the lovers feel, I answer

That’s not the right way, they say
Do wrongs matter in love, I wonder

Nothing is above prestige, they say
It rises high on its hollowness, I retort

Words left but anger didn’t, and now love lays as a corpse
A memento of a lost battle, where honor won but lost itself…

*Dedicated to victims of honor killing