Farhad fucked his Brothers wife

and with that act also his life.

He ran at first to Gulbahar

though Gulbahar was not so far…

 

from where a pledge of bond was made

that honour with their lives be paid,

by those who with their blood were bound

and shared with him dishonoured ground.

 

Wawrina burdened by her fate

succumbed to rocks at Jahannam’s gate.

His brother’s righteous wrath was swift

to pay in full their devout gift.

 

No winners here for love nor lust

what God demands his children must…

now only emptiness expands

when zealous words empowered hands.

 

 

I’ve written a couple of poems recently which seem a little repellent in nature. I did write this initially using the word “Coveted” in place of the profanity, it just didn’t work so I swapped it back. I’m not keen on gratuitous bad language but occasionally it just sits better in the rhythm of things.

 

I had an incident of this occur on a project I was on…initially at the time because the guy who fled was an Afghan driver we had to cancel our missions for the day as we believed him to have been kidnapped by Taliban and consequently a security risk, turned out he was just a bad dude who fatally dishonoured his family.

 

That aside the final two lines could apply to some of the rhetoric currently being banded around on these Isles. I have also been giving that some thought.