When all are wrong; everyone is right,
The art of creation is older than the art of killing,
Peace cannot be kept by force, it can only be
Achieve by understanding of each other's feeling.
Father; remember the vow on the altar for love,
Remember for better, for worst, in health and sickness.
Remember your smiles on your guitless suit and your dance,
Your promises to love and cherish herin all odds.
You unveil her and took away her lily pride,
Now, why is the song of love sagging in your throat?
Why is the rhythms of hatred in your mouth?
What has mother done to deserve this misfortune?
You back and beat and battered her as though a harden criminal, No!
Father! Marriage is meant to love not beating,
Marriage is sharing and exalting of love,
She is not a slave to fate and she ought to be giving
Respect.
Father, calm the burning flame in you for we watches.
Categories:
herin, abuse, analogy, art,
Form: Blank verse