What kind of honor, what kind of pride,
That steals a life, and lets justice slide,
For love’s sweet crime, blood is spilled,
This cruel game, where mercy is killed.

Old traditions, customs so bleak,
Where women are stories, forbidden to speak,
No right to live, no dreams to bloom,
What kind of society, what kind of doom?

This game of killings, this bloodied feast,
The man’s triumph, the woman’s lease,
No space for dreams, no hope of peace,
A reign of darkness, where rights decrease.

In God's name, this strike of disdain,
False honor, a lie that causes pain,
Killing love, denying life’s worth,
This attack on humanity, wounds the earth.

Oh killers, stop, do not proceed,
Enemies of love, your hate must concede,
Women are honor, love’s glowing light,
Let them live, don’t snatch their right.