,Domestic violence has taken a toll in this country, its a part of every day life now. if was befuddled when i was walking on the street late night and saw the men, must be in his mid thirties beat his women down as if she was a piece of rock and had no effect of what he did. i wanted to stop but other men looked at me starting in my eyes and telling me its non of your business. everyone passed by as if nothing is happening the police busy in his weekly collection, no one came to her rescue, this is the country we live in, this is the place we come HOME!.
Walking trembling I pass by those strange streets,
Where you can hear them cry.
Sometimes I think to stand by
And help them out from their miseries
In which they lie.
Defenseless, hopeless with their cries
But then those strange words pass by
This is no place for you to die
When you watch others , pass by
As if they never had an eye.
We can lie but the truth won’t die.
The memories of the past just falls by
even in their death bed you see their hands dry.
The truth Is hard and their pain is real
even though their heart is full of fear.
Still they breathe and they wish to die
In a world where they see no one cry; walk together
look eye to eye and fear No men who passes by...