And The Priests Said No Divorce -Amen? Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello

She married him, that evil incarnate.
Frail looking facade of a false man
With so much of unresolved hate,
But one she had tried to understand.

Those abject years were filled with pain
But Jean had to stay for the children
Her mind messed up and emotions drained
From getting beaten up so very often.

One day he hit her head on the table
With gun in his hand and ready to shoot
The blood from her eyes made her unable
To run away as a bullet hit her foot.

That vile and vicious scum of this earth
Kept hitting her head till she fainted
So high on his drugs and soul full of dirt
Violence alive, never was so demented.

Yet Jean survived that horrible ordeal
Her children marred by warped emotions
Against advice she remained there still
No Divorce to resolve that ugly situation.

Tragically fenced she was by Religion
That neither cared for her life with its rules
The priests must have wanted her martyrdom
Divorce was given only to rich fools.

Years saw her frail health deteriorate fast
Head injuries were now malignant cancer
For even a punching bag would not last
Under that condition, maybe dying was better.

So hail the pious priests, they have won again!
Another woman had died through Deception
Children whose lives been maimed and broken -
All because of rules by a selfish religion.








This is a true story of a friend whose name is hidden in 'Jean'
for the protection of her children. Jean became deaf before she suffered from brain tumor and died.