Poem -

Hacked her husband to death

 Hacked her husband to death

Jessica Silver 
  Hacked her husband
To death 
  Till us part 
      Unless
    You are a harassing 
       bastard 
   A wife battering husband
 A bitch of a man
      A bully, a dog 
A louse; 

    A pig and a puss 
      A runt of a man 
An adulterated, baseborn, 
counterfeit, 
fake, 
     false, 
imperfect, impure, 
inferior, irregular, 
misbegotten
   misborn , deceitful
bluffer, charlatan, cheat, counterfeit, crook, deceiver, double-dealer, fake, forger, four-flusher, hoaxer, horse trader, impostor, mechanic, mountebank, phony, play actor, pretender, quack, racketeer, shark, swindler; 
A hateful man 
    ........hacked to death
           One Sunday night 
   Before going to bed 
        With another black eye 
No more no more no more 
No more no more no more 
    No more no more no more 
No more no more no more 
  No more no more no more 
No more no more no more 
    No more no more no more 
No more no more no more 
     No more no more no more 
No more no more no more 
    No more no more no more 
No more no more no more 
         Domestic violence          
              

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Jai Masters

Karma for the abuser ultimate justice 

but prevention would be better to 

educate men and woman and children 

on abuse. Thank you for important comments. 

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