This is my third blog and, despite some reluctance, I am drawn to publish this poem. The poem was written in 2008 and remains, unfortunately, relevant to current events. I heard recently that in one country which I won’t name there are around 1,000 “honour killings” each year.
I have a couple of reservations about this poem. The first is that it has some political overtones which I normally try to avoid, and the second is that it has some language usage with which I am not entirely comfortable as I prefer not to talk about “evil”. Still I feel that it is important to present it in accord with its form on its creation.
I also warn you that I have used a new word for God – “Itheshe” which I will comment on later. I mention it now only because it can be disruptive to the flow of one’s reading enjoyment if there is something unexpected. But, that is enough preamble.
There is No Honour in “Honour Killings”
There is no honour in “honour killings”, just like there is no love in “shotgun weddings”.
When we force others to do what we desire we are like rapists or murderers.
When we do this… we are doers of evil.
To kill a family member, because they have been raped,
especially if they have done nothing to provoke such an evil attack… is itself evil.
When the value of the family “name” is worth more than the welfare of one of its members… there is perversion.
This is a sickness of mind and a great, great evil.
There is no honour in “honour killings”… only evil.
God help those who do these things to understand,
how great is their blindness and how hard are their hearts.
Let them receive this form of cruelty in this lifetime, or in the next incarnation,
so that they will truly understand how evil was their act,
and how they have made themselves distant from your love.
God please find these lost sheep, these evil “honour” killers, and bring them home to your fold.
Open their eyes Itheshe, help them to see.
Help them to recognise their blindness, and to feel compassion for those they have hurt.
God bless these evil-doers and draw them to the light.
Please have compassion on their “victims”, who are also learning about love, even through their “deaths”.
There is no honour in “honour killings”, but there can be, and ultimately will be,
learning about the meaning of your love, through these acts.
Cast out your darkness little one. See the error of your ways.
Seek God’s light to guide you and you will have better days.
There is no strength in compulsion and no purity in these heinous acts.
Honour killing is pure evil, and that is just a fact.
Reach out for forgiveness. Let go of the need to save face.
Value each person for who, not what, they are… and the world will be a better place.
Go little one. Repent and sin no more.
I am sorry this poem has an almost religious tone and also oversimplifies a complex situation, but if it can help to save even one life then it will have been worthwhile. My next blog will, I promise, be more directly spiritual and, hopefully, uplifting.
Finally I will mention that the word “Itheshe” was “lexicrated” (neologised, or invented) in 2008. It was constructed to counterbalance the common “misrepresentations” of God as “male” or “female”. Using the word “it” in relation to God seemed totally inappropriate as it is the same pronoun as is used to describe any inanimate or non-gendered object.
God is all-embracing and Itheshe is found in all beings, whether male, female or non-gendered, and in all things. God embraces all male, female and neutral beings and things, so it see med appropriate to coin this word for “It” / “he” / (and)”she” to recognise this commonality.
This is my reasoning, and I trust that you will understand, or at least tolerate, this usage.
That’s enough. Till next time, may the divine be with you in all things. Go in love and light. God Bless.