Honour
Honour;
The act of knowing
And doing
What is morally right.
That isn't hard,
Right?
I mean,
It's clearly right
To rob your child
Of all the oxygen they inhaled
In less than five minutes
Because they fell in love.
I'm going to leave those words there,
For anyone who still believes
That killing in the name of "honour" makes sense.
Because the words above
Do not make sense.
The action
Does not make sense.
You don't have to listen to me.
But killing your child,
Or absorbing my words;
Which one would be the wiser choice?
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