STOP THE VIOLENCE AGAINST WOMEN AND WIVES
Encircling my teeth staunchly is terror
As I lend the voice of an excruciating wife
A mother in distress
In a nuance of shivering and revulsion
To fritter away beaten expressions of a heart in
ruins
Curbed in a noon gory and as unfaithful as a strumpet
With the blustery weather ill and vicious
Carrying in its arms dreadful dusts and utter
disgust
Like a flash of lightening in the subterranean blue
sky
She dashed out hurriedly from nowhere
As though death was at her trail
Nay, it wasn’t some kind of psychosis being flaunted
Mutiny had been born
A mother was in distress
Her face fed with punches and badly battered
With apparel apparently tattered
Laying bare and lifeless
She sought succor from the frigid floor
Facing heaven, gasping for breath
With acerbic wailing and weeping
Emanating from her depressed vocal cords
Overwhelming ceaseless horns of a transitory
metallic millipede
Voyaging from south in that noon piquing bad blood
The sizzling sun was irate
And like vapor oozing from a tortured kettle
Her sumptuous syrupy skin turned red releasing acrid
sweat
Her honey pie had become sour and obnoxious
A slave to alcohol and sulkiness
Venting unjustified ranting and raving
On the poor and puny mother of two
With stereo blazing high
In lieu of an unwanted soundtrack
The familial squabble was ferocious
Neither a soul nor passerby could imagine a home was
on fire
There she lay on the frigid floor
With untamed mouth raining curses
Allotting abuses like it was a bloody Halloween
Empathy couldn’t rob her of the pain
Her ebony eyes kept peeling thick tears
The savage of a hubby couldn’t care less
And piteous it was that in all of these
Their two kids were made sufferers
Of a melee they knew nothing about
This day will forever be sealed
On the tablet of their hearts and in their minds
The day their mother was beyond consolation
Filled with woes and feelings words couldn’t explain
Piteous it was that in all of these
Their two kids were made casualties
Beholding the ruthless ridicule of their mom
From an insane wreck of a father
Enslaved by alcohol and sulkiness
A home was on fire
With quietude ensnared and off limits
A mother was in distress
Succumbing to the whims of mutiny
Incited by a man frantically in love with sulkiness
and lunacy
Let ears hear and souls heed
Let eyes see and be not satisfied
With such shame and sorrow mothers often bear
With such familial despondency as to why wives live
in fear
Violence upon violence upon violence
Persists leaving domiciles shattered, dreams
destroyed
Families weakened, wives and mothers alike betrayed
While we all share parallel lingo of complacency
Feasting in futility, saying to one another:
“Cheers! Live and let live”
As mothers and wives both near and far
Live their lives hurting and suffering
A quandary inflicted by horrendous husbands and
horrors alike
Enslaved by alcohol and sulkiness and ungodliness.
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