Many cannot fathom
The life of a woman battered
Her very essence scattered
Her hopes and dreams shattered
You say, 'That could never be me! '
Love is blind, so how can you see?
Your new love, Who is he?
You too, could pay the pipers fee
If you've never been used as a rug
It's not your place to be jury or judge
The best resolve is to show love
Embrace your sister with a hug
The price of torture is too much to pay
Surely I know of a better way
To guarantee brighter days
Heads up, lift your voice and pray!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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