Hands Tied by Protyus A. Gendher
Hands Tied
Hands Tied
There’s a commotion outside
And my hands are tied
Piercing the night
Screams of rage and fright
They’re fighting again
Could this be the end?
Could this be the fight
Someone doesn’t survive?
I’ve been in those fights
Before in my life
So, I don’t have to know them
To know what’s inside
Both of them sound abusive,
Because abuse is self defense
When you can’t escape its presence
And all your spoons are spent
So, who should be accountable
When I don’t know the cause
And I can’t call in a system
That kills people with its flaws.
I feel a duty to protect
But should it be my life instead
I have no idea what caused this fight
Or the fights on all those other nights
It’s starting to sound violent
It’s scary when they fall silent
Is anyone okay?
Is it over for today?
If I call the cops, it won’t do any good
There’s nothing they can do to control an oppressor’s mood
It’s dangerous to call them in, without abundant proof
Because the aggressor’s still there
Pissed as hell,
After they go poof.
Or worse they show up guns drawn at the ready
In a moment when it’s nearly impossible to be steady
Do I hand someone a death sentence by cop
Or is this a “Gabby Petito Case” nobody stopped?
Marriage is Human Trafficking.
I invite you to prove me wrong, but you have to read it first!
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