Reading a story about a man who was so much in love, finding out his partner was abused for many years. He extracted the revenge he thought it warranted – in a way he was right but to take the life of another is not the way. This is what promoted the writing of this short poem.
Many times, I saw you cry
When I asked, you told me why
You said you just wanted to die
The man you called father
Had taken you and gone further
Abuse was something you knew
It was then my temper blew
I caught him that dark night
And beat him out of sight
His face and body were bloody mess
Consequences of this you can guess
I’m sitting here in my prison cell
Waiting for the dinner bell
Soon it will be time for me
The scaffold is where I’ll be
So please don’t worry now
The times come to take my bow
I will to the end walk tall
Till the trapdoor ends it all
as always another beautiful poetry Thanks for sharing 
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