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Freedom at Last
by Sandra Martyres
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As the sun peeped out from behind the cloud,
She heard the mynahs singing a love song.
But shuddered, when he called her name aloud
Wondering what on earth had now gone wrong?
In fear, she walked towards his work room.
There was nothing loving about this man.
He walked towards her holding a broom,
When she saw his bloodshot eyes she just ran.
Through the kitchen and the hall she rushed out.
Of all the men around she'd married him,
A drunken brute who did nothing but shout,
Living on the edge, her future seemed grim.
Once outside, moneyless she hitched a ride
To freedom, no longer the unhappy bride.
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February 29, 2012
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