Women, why should we…
I saw her getting brutally beaten by him...
I heard him quarrel about the skirt she has on…
I knew he would grab that knife…
I imagined him burying her in the back garden…
But I did nothing

Would you believe me if I told you that I knew??
Would you trust me if I told you that I saw him do this before??
Would you help me if I told you that I helped him dig the grave for her??
Would you pity me if I told you that I kept quite??
But I still stood by his side …

That afternoon I dreamt of…
But never thought would happen…
Came to haunt me,
That argument I ignored…
And got away with,
Found its way back to me…

He had ones told me he loved me…
And now he has his gun on my head…
He promised to care for me…
And now he has his shovel on my neck…
He had told my parents how much he’ll be there for me…
But now he’s the one that is making preparations for my burial…
But I guess I saw something…

Because of fear, I let him go on till it was me...

Why should we?

Written by: Thandy.M. Productions

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