Wives galore.
Women at war.
All perplex.
All for sex.
Sweat and tears.
Jealousy and fears.
Blood and spit,
With gigantic fit.
No peace prevails,
This polygamy entails.
Man is good and content,
While the women vent.
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polygamy a difficult situation created and good poem.