You can't see her face

No-one can

Hidden beneath her burkha

Her crime

To love

Forbidden affair

Shariah law

Stone to death

Human rights


When she and her lover were


And brought to


Bitter men

Religious fanatics

Hungry for blood

And revenge

Stone her to death

Her crime

To love

Not to hurt

Or kill

Or destroy


Just to love

And be loved

She is sentenced

To death

By stoning

Stones that are

Big enough

To cause damage

To hurt

To make her bleed

To break her face

Small enough

Not to end it too soon

They want to enjoy

The justice imparted today

January 2011

Allah said stone her

Buried in a hole

Knee deep

Can't run

Can't bend

Her crime to love

Take aim

The baying crowd

Of blood thirsty thugs

Manic smiling faces

To the camera look


As they throw

And smash

And throw


They leave

Back off

She's dead

Stoned to death

Her crime


◄ Was it for thee



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Sat 12th Feb 2011 09:11

Well done Chris! A very powerful poem delivered with a lot of power when I heard it perfomed. How lucky are we to live where we do? Something has to change for women elsewhere and we need to scream it from the rooftops. x

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Cate Greenlees

Fri 11th Feb 2011 12:56

I ll second that! A poem that tackles the most horrendous treatment of womankind with honesty.I thought you read it with great compassion and sincerity last night Chris, and your talents as a compere were very revealing! Well done!
Cate xx

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Laura Taylor

Fri 11th Feb 2011 10:27

Loved this last night Chris - sent shivers through me

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