She's seated at homeher heart in sorrow
Hands and teeth clenched with agony
Not knowing what's going to happen
His drunkard husband in the bar
Soon returning home to make her drum
Because she admonishes his evil deeds.
A simple mistake infuriates him
This tranquil lady is in fear
She tries grinning to bewilder his kids
But her husband doesn't stop
Mortifying her in front of the young ones
Their quarrel strident in the kid's ears.
The crying sound reverberates in her mind
He continuously beats and slaps her
Her body all with scars and wounds
The scars of torture and violence
This brings her malice of her husband
The memories torture keeps haunting her.
By Agaba Kevin
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