poems about domesstic violence

The error of her ways

 She sits and prays,

That her husband’s anger has died away,


She knows she is truly a disgrace,

For chatting to her ex-workmate,


When she should have been cleaning the house,

And keeping it in a perfect state,


So when he comes home from work today,

She will thank him through swollen lips on a black and blue face,


For pointing out the error of her ways,

So she will never make the same mistake.