A Cruel Act
On the weekend,
When I went to my friend’s home.
He has a dispute at home,
He punched his wife,
Children were terribly frightened,
Blood was every where in the kitchen.
She was bitterly weeping.
Children were looking at me strangely,
Stay there, I come back. Said to me
We went to the pub,
He has non-stop four double drinks.
When he went to the toilet,
He also had a fight with another man.
He gave him a punch
His face and neck was turning red.
I thought God treated him fare.
Innocent sighs are always behind,
Against a cruel act.
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