He Is Barbaric

She was so young,
So young and naive,
So innocent,
Unknowing.

She was lucky,
She didn’t see,
What I saw,
Every night.

The fights,
The beatings,
They started,
And ended with his fist.

He kicked her,
Smashed her,
Made her bleed,
He was sick.

He made me watch,
As he beat my sister,
As he raped her,
As he cut her.

She was so young,
My younger sister,
She didn’t see the older one,
Get treated like this.

Only I,
But I never told,
And now my foolishness,
Cost her life.

My little sister,
So young and naive,
Thinks that she died,
In an accident,
But no,
She died,
Because of him.

Now he haunts me,
And he hunts me like his prey,
He took one of us,
But he won’t stop,
Until all are made filthy,
By his hand,
He is Barbaric.

This poem was written/submitted by Emily E. Mehigan.

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