Unrepentant
A poor man with four daughters,A wife and a son,Daughter commits adulteryOr so he was told
Bought the knife and macheteAfter Fridays prayers,Feared the young would follow old,Thought all must be killed
For your honourYou will slaughterEveryone of your daughters,For your honourYou will slaughter
It's you who should be slaughtered,Terror grips the steel with hunger,Thirsting to avenge its soiled pride,A shamed madman,You take their lives away as they sleep,The blade kisses at their throats,Life bleeds without a chance to weep,You take, you take their lives away
Yet a man of unrepentant,Don't you realize?You murdered your own children,Call that honourable cause