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An acquaintance had recently intended to marry a young woman from a devoutly religious family and different ethnicity who disapproved of the match. Tragically, she was the victim of a so-called 'honour' killing.
The clouds insist this has to change, and two people in love are entitled to stay true to that love without fear of being either made to choose between lover and family or, for that matter, lover and religion. People are as entitled to their opinions as they are to get on with their own lives in their own way.
Life is a learning curve from cradle to grave, Hopefully, future generations will have effected a change for the better, and such tragedies will become a thing of the past, although, the greater tragedy may well lie in the fact that human nature is not best known for its agreeing to differ ...
[From: A earlier version of this poem appears in First Person Plural by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2002, rev.2014.]
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Labels: fear, human nature, human spirit, learning curves, life forces, love, personal space, positive thinking poetry, posthumous consciousness, religion, self-awareness, sexuality, society
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