A Poetic Justice Poem by Alem Hailu Gabre Kristos

He took his wife
A punching bag
He is at liberty to hug
Or to blow up steam
By her hairs to drag.

As it may sound sad
He opted to project
A doting husband facade.

When she became vocal
About this
To his parents
Who she called
Mom and dad
"We do not expect
Our well brought up
Son with
Something underhand! "

"We are afraid
The complaint is not
Plausible as he has
A cool head! " they said.

One cold morning
Verbally abused by
Her spouse
His mother sought
To take a refuge
In their house.

"Mom, your son, for lunch
Will be back soon.

To prepare for you
A special dish
Which you will relish
The neighborhood market
I will scour
It may not take me an hour.

Feel at home
Putting on this blanket
On the sofa take a rest."

After a sleepless night
And in her head and
Outside a fog
It didn't take his mother long
To sleep like a log.

Her son came back soon.
Instead of saying
"Wake up my dear wife
Good afternoon! "
He kicked her
In a manner
That allowed his mom
See his true color.
A galvanometer needle
She got on her feet
"My sanctimonious
Dear son
Is that the way
Your better half
You greet! "
Petrified he stood
No whereto retreat.