Martyr Of Heart Poem by Kassem Oude

Her parents are so severe
Would she hate her soul mate
Hurt her heart by sharp spear
They presume he's importunate

Hinder her to walk beside
Encircle her in middle house
Insult him always chide
Won't accept be his spouse

She obeys she is weak
In tyranny they go far
She would end her life bleak
Go away to her star

To fall sick is her dream
In white bed in cure room
Nurses around try as team
The doctor says the loss looms.