Fugitive
Author: Unknown
Run lady run,
Run for your life,
They're chasing you,
With spears and knives.
I saw you through,
The pain you endure,
Silently; too proud to show.
Educated are you,
Rational left you,
Emotions caught you,
For the sake of two.
Woman of culture,
Society is pain,
What others think matter,
You feel shame.
You hung on to a marriage,
That you knew wouldn't survive,
But tried so hard to keep it,
To be a good wife.
He was not worth it,
The world knew,
But . . .
You gave him chances,
He threw.
Now you're standing on the ledge,
Leap no,
Stay no,
Sleep no,
Rest no,
Work no,
There is nothing left, Oh No!
Family in ruin,
Friends in vain,
Children in longing,
Wishing you came.
No freedom art thou,
Conceal thy face,
Lest anyone lurk around,
Would recognize thy pace.
Run lady, run lady,
Flee for your life,
For someone's sin,
You sacrifice!
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Posted: Jun 2009
About this poem:
This poem is about my colleague who is now a fugitive. She has two toddlers. Her worthless husband who is too lazy to work had forged her signature and taken many loans from individuals. He had fled as he is unable to pay and left his wife as a ransom for his blood suckers.
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