Police - Domestic Violence Is A Stain Poem by Paul Warren

We crept forward within the dark
The edge of the headlights making their mark
As they light the lifeless black of night
The call that came just didn't feel right

We drove up to the house with its lights on
And you could hear the stereo belting out a song
So we went carefully up to the open front door
We stealthily entered the house to explore

In the kitchen a man sat at the table smoking
He said, 'She's out the back done for and dying'
So I went out the back door and there she was lying
On the verandah with a knife in the chest bleeding

That was another woman dying by their partners hand
In a dark chapter that was too frequent a story not grand
When a woman should be safe in her own home
And not lose her life when the marriage is gone.

© Paul Warren Poetry