Mister Monster

Mister Monster

Tell me what’s it that fuels your rage,
Mister, against your missis, eh?
Why have your clouds picked her visage
To rain, blindly, slaps and punches?

Hmm! Of cigarette and liquor,
Your heavy breath steadily reeks;
Observing the eyes of your head,
No glint of courtesy appears!

Has she metamorphosed at sight
Into a cow your whips cherish?
At squabble’s call, you are summoned-
Being the bruiser she marries.

Monster!
I’ll make sure you see Prison’s teeth
From its inside- locked in its mouth!
Your busted self shall rot in jail;
Your moulded fist will melt to plead-

When Justice’s wrath is set on you,
Then shall your scruples be tuned in
To deprecate the maltreating
Of our mothers, wives and daughters!

#Wrrpoetry #WomenAbuse #VerseUp



14 thoughts on “Mister Monster” by ayistar (@ayistar)

  1. Hmmm. We need to stand up and fight for the rights of women.

    This poem is beautiful.

  2. good poesy for a good and worthy cause.

    let all spouse abuser see the teeth of the prisons from inside its mouth locked on them…

  3. Interesting poem.

    But.

    1. Head Wordsmith @Seun
      Odukoya Gracias!

      But what?

  4. Nice poem for the women…. A poetic threat to the Mr Monsters.
    I don’t think the poem needed the hyphens.
    Well done, ayistar. $ß.

    1. I’ll make corrections @sibbylwhyte thank you so much!

  5. thank you @newnaija for appreciating my poem

  6. I really love this. Well done.

  7. Nice poetry….love your word usage! May God come to our help, and save us from the men of the black heart!
    Keep writing!

  8. Jo (@josephoguche)

    When Justice’s wrath is set on you,
    Then shall your scruples be tuned in
    To deprecate the maltreating
    Of our mothers, wives and daughters!

    Nice lines, nice poem.

    1. Jo (@josephoguche)

      Welcome.

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