(Inspired by the documentary Banaz: A love story)
To which love adds a dreaded prefix,
What puzzling a word honor could be.
And welcomes the forced "departure of soul"
This would remain an unfathomable mystery.
Did daddy really hate her so?
Or was he enslaved to demons?
Did the cousins all sell their soul?
Or were they never human?
But after all, now she's found it.
She forever looked for peace.
She's visited by none.
When earlier, they'd followed her like fleas.
Perhaps her wish was granted.
In a twisted, odd way.
Instead of mama's perfume,
She got fragrant lilies that sway.
She need fear no more.
At last, something protects the waif.
Buried beneath the earth,
At last, now she's shielded and safe.
To which love adds a dreaded prefix,
What puzzling a word honor could be.
And welcomes the forced "departure of soul"
This would remain an unfathomable mystery.
Did daddy really hate her so?
Or was he enslaved to demons?
Did the cousins all sell their soul?
Or were they never human?
But after all, now she's found it.
She forever looked for peace.
She's visited by none.
When earlier, they'd followed her like fleas.
Perhaps her wish was granted.
In a twisted, odd way.
Instead of mama's perfume,
She got fragrant lilies that sway.
She need fear no more.
At last, something protects the waif.
Buried beneath the earth,
At last, now she's shielded and safe.
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