Love, Honor, Cherish?

As I open up the paper and read upon the page
about these bouts of anger and the fits of rage
You ask me if I'm reading of some far off foreign war
I say no this hurt and anger comes from our own shore.

It's about domestic violence, of terror in the home
a place where always thought, that love should freely roam
You can see it on their faces, and in their hurting eyes
and often they won't say a word, they hope it will pass by.

I see once pretty faces where tears are now the norm
heart swells up with caring for these lives now broke and torn
I'm just a single person Lord, please tell me what to do
I'd like to give to them some hope, but I need some help from you.

Can I reach out and touch their hearts with loving, caring words
and let them know their silent cries, another soul has heard
Can I help mend their broken hearts, so many that there are
some are here, some are there and some so very far.

Can these words I write bring comfort, be a beacon and a light
and help give back some sunshine where now is only night
My heart swells up with caring love, my eyes do flow with tears
it's as if I'm feeling all they feel, all their silent untold fears.

All this pain and all this hurting are like shifting grains of sand
and forced upon some women by some cruel uncaring man
I can't undo the violence they've been a victim of
but through these words I write, pour out my agape caring love.


Author: Orvin Igou II