Domestic Violence

So the boys cried from strokes of lashes,
Their body with marks of burns like remains from ashes,
What's the cause of this Brutality?
Leading to glare fatality,
Reduction of human Quality,
Subjects of Unpurity..

The heart is torn apart,
The subconscious cautions "intruder alert",
The body is alarmed,
Fear sets in place,
Thoughts start to race,
Totality of ones self sets a target pace,
These are battles…Ones we shouldn't have to face

The hurt hunts forever,
At the slightest thought... Whenever,
At any given place… Wherever,
We grow over it… however,
But seeds of torture and pain dwell,
In the heart With happenings that the mouth can't tell,

Many have slipped from this course,
Many had fell,
But we cannot buy good morals,
It isn't commodity to sell,
There's so much to say.. But well,
There's more to the spirit than than bruises & body swells

At the end of the day it all boils down to us,
The stop the battering and the force,
To kill the hate & perish the source,
To ease our souls and reduce our pulse,
To sign terms with happiness without any clause,
To wear smiles on our faces & say nay to any sorrowful pause,
To doers of good deeds & bearers of good hearts.. You deserve an applause.

With love,
Nathan Oderinde.