Blows For Errors Poem by Adams King

Must she be beaten and bruised
For her trespass and transgression
Must she be stroked and striped
For her every single misspellings

What then do we call true love
When we can't be forgiven
Why are men so hard and harsh
That mercy has gone extinct

If we are being punished
For every mistakes we make
We would wish for death
Than to live for a single more day

There are days mother hen
Need not worry about the hawk
There are days the cat go absent
And the rats displays some dance

If every cockroach be penalised
By the cock for stepping out
How many more would live
And be seen by men today

Its clear she made a mistake
But must she be punished
What a marriage it will be
When she gets blows for every error