MY NEIGHBOR BEAT HIS WIFE



My neighbor beat his wife;
his marital gift
he pursued with a knife
like a thief.

Not that her house chores she forfeit,
Not that she is lazy,
Not because she cheated,
Not because she annoyed him,
Not because she was tattered
Or left every where scattered
Not because she broke or left unclean dishes
Not because other people beat their wives

What if men where in women’s shoes,
What if women where the ones to beat men,
What if the women where the ones to find food,
What of they were the ones to come home late,

Will they still complain?
Why do women complain about everything?
My neighbor beat his wife
because he wanted her to be fulfilled?
because she is not skilled?

why did he beat his wife?

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