Through the eyes we see,
A woman battered and bloody,
A man angry of envy,
And children traumatized and wary;
His boy whose lips are bloody,
Bruises in him are many,
His girls scared and shaky,
Who can do nothing but see;
The man tries to hit,
But the boy took it,
Head bashed to the wall,
Everyone screams as he falls;
The father leaves,
The mother hugged her son tight,
The little sisters wailed,
The son trembling with fear in his eyes;
Through the eyes we see,
What a gruesome word it is,
To call it a necessity,
This thing called Family....

This poem is about: 
Our world


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