This is for someone very special to me. Dear Dear Friend please I hope this will give you some inspiration that all is not lost, Please do hold on you are stronger than what you think you are You inspired me to do this write. So go on do what is right
By: Audrey Barber
A mad mans out beware everyone
He's running amok and playing bloody hell
This crazed up lunatic is thrashing his wife
Come every one she needs our help
From this weasel let's get her away
He's abused her enough for too many years
She has endured with strength for the sake of the kids
He says she's not fit a mother to be
Well he is a buffalo a brainless bull
An animal, a beast, Satan himself
What does he know of a mothers love
What does he care no heart he has
The kids look on and cry in pain
To see their mother been kicked around
With hatred they look what the father is doing
How do you think these kids will grow
In fear, in hate in a loveless home
When they grow up the father will know
Revenge then they will take
For all those dirty wicked deeds
She taken some courage and gone away
He's taken the boys and asked her to leave
The pain, the hurt this woman must feel
How long can she go on and bear the pain
To be left away from the kids she loves
This nasty tyrant to the police have gone
To complain on her saying she's not fit at all
Such atrocities he dares to do
When it should have been she that complained
To such authorities long ago
About his rotten abusive ways
She is strong I know that
She will fight and will survive
The kids she will soon get back
They do want to be with her
Without a fight a battle is not won
So go on my friend and stand your ground
Courage take upon your heart
Stand up now your head hold high
Promise yourself, this trash you will not take
Promise yourself, a beating to give but not to take
Promise yourself fight for the right
Promise yourself just do not give up
At the end of the tunnel there is light
Though far away I am there with you
Tonight I wish wings I get
So I can fly across to you
I will trash this man he will never be alive
On a street post high he'll be hanging
A board across his chest I'll tie
For all passing by come and see
"Here hangs a man the woman beater"
Hit him with pellets, stone him to death
Put him in a desert to the vultures for pleasure
Poetry by Audrey Barber
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Written on 2006-11-06 at 19:52
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A WOMAN BEATER
By: Audrey Barber
A mad mans out beware everyone
He's running amok and playing bloody hell
This crazed up lunatic is thrashing his wife
Come every one she needs our help
From this weasel let's get her away
He's abused her enough for too many years
She has endured with strength for the sake of the kids
He says she's not fit a mother to be
Well he is a buffalo a brainless bull
An animal, a beast, Satan himself
What does he know of a mothers love
What does he care no heart he has
The kids look on and cry in pain
To see their mother been kicked around
With hatred they look what the father is doing
How do you think these kids will grow
In fear, in hate in a loveless home
When they grow up the father will know
Revenge then they will take
For all those dirty wicked deeds
She taken some courage and gone away
He's taken the boys and asked her to leave
The pain, the hurt this woman must feel
How long can she go on and bear the pain
To be left away from the kids she loves
This nasty tyrant to the police have gone
To complain on her saying she's not fit at all
Such atrocities he dares to do
When it should have been she that complained
To such authorities long ago
About his rotten abusive ways
She is strong I know that
She will fight and will survive
The kids she will soon get back
They do want to be with her
Without a fight a battle is not won
So go on my friend and stand your ground
Courage take upon your heart
Stand up now your head hold high
Promise yourself, this trash you will not take
Promise yourself, a beating to give but not to take
Promise yourself fight for the right
Promise yourself just do not give up
At the end of the tunnel there is light
Though far away I am there with you
Tonight I wish wings I get
So I can fly across to you
I will trash this man he will never be alive
On a street post high he'll be hanging
A board across his chest I'll tie
For all passing by come and see
"Here hangs a man the woman beater"
Hit him with pellets, stone him to death
Put him in a desert to the vultures for pleasure
Poetry by Audrey Barber
Read 960 times
Written on 2006-11-06 at 19:52
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