Honor Killings in Babakot

In Babakot, And in all those places We don’t hear, we don’t see The old tradition lives, Underneath our skin Inside our heads Tarnished and convoluted In the name of honor Hangs the fate of women In ditches, proof of our humanity Shot, thrown and burnt In the name of honor In the name of humanity Inside there, still unnoticed Remains of our acts and virtues We say we are in the 21st century Far behind we are in time And the wisdom and logic Too long a walk, too hard to rectify These old ways, upon us Where we kill in the name of honor Yet still alive those men As they