Saving My Life Poem by John Sensele

Been for decades a prisoner in your dundgeon
Where gender based violence became my shadow
Although money for commodities never entered your door
Which your binge drinking pounded like a hapless pigeon

My mind I've made up today to discharge my broken body from your prison
Where misery and usury fly in every room
Reeking with doom and gloom from broom
To tattered, threadbare bedsheets which undergo treason

When your salary sails to concubines' caves
Where without any iota of shame you deposit funds
Condemning our children and I to tender begging hands
To well wishers who tired of our begging urge a speedy escape before you despatch us into graves

Where six feet under my children and I will sink
If we persist in perpetuating antiquated traditions
That claim gender based violence translates into love additions
As long as I celebrate the egregious ire that lubricates your dizzy drink.