He hit her in anger,
obscene words filled the air,
throwing pots and pans,
pulling, pushing and shoving with a loud bang.
Finally she was knocked out flat.
He was so drunk and went to bed.
She was beaten black and blue.
For that she never sued.
The next day he said he was sorry with repentence.
It was because he was under the alcohol influence.
The saying of sorry was always the same.
An excuse so limpy and lame.
The fighting became a weekly routine.
A sad melody they continued to sing.
For leaving him she said 'no'.
because her self-esteem dropped to zero.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem