(Photo credit: Andréa Krappweis)
Your only crime was to fall in love.
And that was all there was to it.
What a farce called honour!
When your heart beat wildly with fear,
And you sleep with one eye open,
Then you have a lot to fear!
When the icy glares of your parents and relatives
Sends a chill to your bone and a sword to your heart
Then you’re in big trouble!
When you run wildly through the moors
With the angry face of your father behind you
The snarling breath of your brother on your face,
Be very afraid indeed.
When all you can see, is the bag on your head.
As the man who brought you to the world scream,
‘Rot in hell,’ The heavens shudder!
When you hovered over their heads,
As your lifeless body was hidden from view.
What utter betrayal!
Your only crime was falling in love…
Just another incomprehensible statistics on the
culture of evil perpetuated by hatred.
And a farce called honour!
A class system where the love of a mother ran
cold against the daughter of her breast.
Thanks for reading my poetic thoughts on parents from hell…