Unrepentant

A poor man With four daughters A wife and a son Daughter commits adultery Or so he was told Bought a knife and machete After Friday's prayers Feared the young would follow old Thought all must be killed For your honor You will slaughter Every one of your daughters For your honor You will slaughter It's you who should be slaughtered Terror grips the steel with hunger Thirsting to avenge its soiled pride I see a madman You take their lives away as they sleep The blade kisses at their throats Love bleeds without a chance to weep You take— You take their lives away You're the man unrepentant Don't you realize You murdered your own children Call that honorable cause?