POEM - Part 1
Nasser El Abuser
Slumped in the corner,
Beaten and abused,
Blood and tears,
But where is the accused?
His name is Nasser,
A drug user of sorts,
An Uncrowned Synthol user,
If you go by the reports.
She was a sensitive woman,
A delicate flower,
Then she met Nasser,
Who would exploit his narcissistic power.
He beat her with force,
And left her in pain,
Filled her with torment
And the memories still remain.
He will not say sorry,
Nor will he apologise,
For these crimes of abuse,
He just will not recognise.
-To be continued.