Invisible
You can't see her face
No-one can
Hidden beneath her burkha
Her crime
To love
Forbidden affair
Shariah law
Stone to death
Human rights
Forsaken
When she and her lover were
Taken
And brought to
Justice
Bitter men
Religious fanatics
Hungry for blood
And revenge
Stone her to death
Her crime
To love
Not to hurt
Or kill
Or destroy
No
Just to love
And be loved
She is sentenced
To death
By stoning
Stones that are
Big enough
To cause damage
To hurt
To make her bleed
To break her face
Small enough
Not to end it too soon
They want to enjoy
The justice imparted today
January 2011
Allah said stone her
Buried in a hole
Knee deep
Can't run
Can't bend
Her crime to love
Take aim
The baying crowd
Of blood thirsty thugs
Manic smiling faces
To the camera look
Unashamed
As they throw
And smash
And throw
IT'S ALL OVER!
They leave
Back off
She's dead
Stoned to death
Her crime
TO LOVE.
Isobel
Sat 12th Feb 2011 09:11
Well done Chris! A very powerful poem delivered with a lot of power when I heard it perfomed. How lucky are we to live where we do? Something has to change for women elsewhere and we need to scream it from the rooftops. x