Honor Killing – Poem Honor Killing

Honor Killing – Poem
Honor Killing

What’s that you say?
You’ve heard today
Of another Honor Killing?

This time round
In London town
A father killed his daughter

The facts are clear
On what appears to be a crime of murder
But dhimmie press
Will do their best
To cast the truth asunder

Seems father along with older brother
Did the deed together
They crept as cat upon their prey
And severed cord that tethered

Her life snuffed out, they carried on
To hack and chop and bleed
Allu Akbar on their lips
As they finished their cruel deed

But, why, you ask this gruesome task
Of murder for no reason?
But, ah, alas it does unmask
Their motive it is but treason

This crime of passion does incite
A blood lust old as dawn
From Allah’s book it did begin
And all that it does spawn

Mohammad was the one who birthed
This beastly reign of terror
Along with his companions true
Who copied all his errors

For women were to him no more
Than merely right hand chattel
To treat no better than would he
His camel, goat or cattle

And hell to him was filled with them
For Women were most sinful
And killing them was no more a sin
Than dispatching meat for table

Her only crime was finding time
To meet with her new lover
But in their eyes and prying spies’
‘Twas grounds for ritual murder

Now Father who did such evil act
I ask you but one question
Did you look into her eyes as you started your aggression?

If you had, did memory flash of once your little girl
Who sat upon your lap and sang
As you softly caressed her curls?

Did you see her loving eyes
As she once had sweetly said “I love you papa,
And you’ll be mine forever ‘till I’m dead”
As you raised your knife to take her life
Did conscience come into play?
Or did you kill your soul that day
And enter shaitans way?

I do not know what’s in your heart
Or why you’d do such horror
But what I see is an evil tree
Of deathly poison error

Another book of long ago
Speaks of such times to come
When Serpents be unleashed to roam
To fight the woman clothed with the sun

With moon and stars under her feet
It is Islam’s worst nightmare
For that Woman and her seed who will defeat
Your moon Gods earthly lair
So what do we learn from this news today
Of Islam’s bloody action
The God of lust and hate it seems
Is quickly losing traction

Let’s hope these are the dying gasps of
Serpents losing battle
As they hiss and rage but one last time
To the sound of their death rattle
Anita Bernard-Godfrey