I’m buried chest
high
My arms are tied so
I can’t stop the stones that fly
Or hug my children
that stand near by
Teary-eyed they
watch me die
Tears stream down
my face
Every towns member survey
me in disgrace
I lower my head but
not in shame
Because I’m not the
one to blame
I persistently
denied the crime
Not even equivalent
to a man, my testimony’s cheap
There is no he said
she said
Only he said
This crime of
passion
A blood lust old as
the Koran
From Allah’s book
it all began
From Allah book it
will all conclude
Like the life we
lead
I’m buried chest
high
My hands are tied
so I can’t stop the stones the fly
The final stone is
thrown by own my flesh and blood
The pain didn’t kill
me
But the hatred forcibly
engraved in his heart
By religious sheep
did
I close my eyes and
drift away
No more suffering
No more pain
I really love this. It is really powerful. I like how you showed the different standards that men and women are held to. One statement is held true while the other is dismissed without a thought. It is disgusting that this is how people are often treated, as though they are the criminals despite never doing anything wrong. I think you were able to convey a strong message in this poem. Well done.
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