Surrender Your Punch Poem by Melissa Coventry

Alas, oh no!
Sooth this dispute,
Your disposition to the matter,
Its sicken,
Are you a man?
Have you any feeling?
Do you understand?

Your wife,
Your women,
Lies still upon this floor,
Fie, the shame!
Your hand has brought the trouble,
And yet,
Your child watches,
Notice their cry,
Their pain, their fear?
And still you show no remorse,
Still you choose to deny.

Thou beast!
You sick and twisted
Man, devil takes your soul,
The lord of the drink,
Honourable no longer
The beast of the bad.
Pack your bags
And leave this place,
We need you no longer,

Surrender your punch,
On that woman’s battered body,
She will take it no longer,
She has spoken up,
Over the silent reign,
Of your hit, of your drink
Of this truly tough love.

One last thing,
Before you leave this place,
Admit you have wronged,
Say you’re sorry for what has taken place,
Be a man for once,
You maybe receive no forgiveness,
But at least your soul,
Griped by the devil,
Can be saved.