The safety of a home
You'll hear them coming
Their voices of thunder rise
I hear the sound of sweet children cries
They are not fair
They are not cheap
She barely get enough sleep
She, the women is caring
with her head held high
The man who had put a mark on her thigh
She cries in the night hoping to last through the night
He put down his last bottle of booze
Not really knowing of much to do
Angered, unsatisfied, unpleased he needs to take out his needs
The one he knows who will not tell
He threatens her soul to hell
She is in pain
Yet she stays
Nothing can ever be the same if you live this way.
This poem is about:
Our world
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