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Author Name: FreeThunder Wolf 16 Comments
Date Added: July 27, 2004 19:07:33 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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The Call
The other night at work I was answering phones as usual,
What I heard on the other end was chilling and brutal.
A woman's awful scream and the sounds of things breaking,
My pulse starts to race her life I hope he's not taking.
The police are quickly dispatched and on their way,
All I can do now is listen and pray.
I hear children crying saying "Please daddy stop,"
I know that he won't until confronted by the cops.
My heart goes out to her with each hit and slap,
Then anger kicks in, no one should have to endure that.
The screaming continues, the house torn apart.
How can a husband have such a cruel heart?
I still hear her crying begging him to stop,
He calls her a bitch, says "you deserve what you got."
The police arrive on the scene and put the man in cuffs.
They take him to jail, but is that really enough?
He'll spend the night in jail and probably bail out.
I hope when he gets home that she's left the lout.
But more likely than not she'll stay with her man,
And on a later night this call I'll have to hear again.
Author's Notes:
This is about a subject that comes up way too often. Several times a week I receive calls similar to this one. I don't know how a man can hit a woman and think that it is ok, they act like it is no big deal.
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Comments:
Comment By: FreeSandy J Hradil on October 16, 2004 02:59:44 AM Report
Oh my! This would be devestating to hear. I know because my mom was a victim of abuse as so was I. She always let him come home. I never understood why but she did. So many do! Their reasons they say but sad those reasons take lifves eventually.
GREAT WRITE TO HELP THE CAUSE!!!
Comment By: FreeAlison Storm Wolf on September 23, 2004 05:10:12 PM Report
terrible,awful and beyond comprehension to normal folks. however, as psychologists will tell us,it often follows a pattern in which the woman is systematically disempowered and rendered almost unable to do anything but stay through total lack of self esteem.
Give me a big stick tie him to a chair and I would dish out some Storm Wolf justice! Trouble is of course, we can never cure violence by violence but boy! would I not feel good!
Comment By: FreeSharon Jorcil James on September 4, 2004 11:32:17 PM Report
Very powerful poem Richard.......many times they don't know how to get out of this mess, especially if bonded by children. Sad indeed...thanks for sharing.

Sharon Jorcil-James

Comment By: FreeSuzanne on August 20, 2004 02:08:29 PM Report
Hopefully this poem will reach someone and they will get the message. I was abused by my boyfriend for three years before I got the courage to get out, hopefully she found the courage too.
Great write
Suzanne
Comment By: FreeJeff on August 16, 2004 09:40:32 AM Report
Chilling write Richard.
Excellently told.
Jeff
Comment By: FreeLeonard Wilson on August 16, 2004 01:30:16 AM Report
They usually get the idea from their own daddies.This is a most powerful poem,Richard.Here's a scenario,I'm sure you're familiar with.A woman,needling her man until he hits her.Having had her pay off in pain,she's happy and willing.I saw a sick couple,who had this sort of relationship.She screamed insult at him until he decked her.She got up off the ground and called him Daddy.
Men who abuse,and the women who love them are a complete mystery to me....Say Hi to What-Her-Face....len
Comment By: FreeBrittany on August 14, 2004 03:01:19 AM Report
i love this poem cuz i can sorta relate my mom was beat in front of me many times but great write
Comment By: FreeMary AnnieA.V. on August 13, 2004 03:12:59 AM Report
very touching poem.. i know and can relate to this ...not in my life but from the surroundings.. its good to put social issues to poems..i guess it touches one and moves one to a decision and an answer.. God bless..
Comment By: PremiumMary Lou Allen on August 3, 2004 01:04:10 AM Report
Oh, the life of the dispatcher. This has to be hard to take. You've told it well, Richard. I like your poem. Nice rhymes. ML
Comment By: FreeJames Lagoski on August 1, 2004 12:36:16 PM Report
Dear Richard-
This rendition of reality nearly brought tears to my eyes-(Not an easy task)
There is 2 reasons for this-
First your compassion for the scene that revolved around you and your emotional description of it-
Next for the feeling I KNOW you must feel to be at this end of a situation like this when
I know your heart is already at that residence in uniform stopping this heart wrenching scenario from continuing-
My Friend-
Your a man of strength and courage that
although you may no longer be able to physically survive the streets, The fact you have been there is an attribute to all fortunate to having it be you on the other end of such a desperate call is most reassuring to me-
God works this existence in ways we may not
always understand-
It is only up to us whether we choice to forge
on past all our moments of testing-
Thanks from me and many others for being a soul courageous enough to continue on-
My Best to You and Gay-
Peace~
James
Comment By: FreeJennifer on July 30, 2004 12:29:15 PM Report
WOW! IT IS HORRIBLE THE PAIN PEOPLE ENDURE, IN THE NAME OF LOVE. THIS SENT GOOD BUMPS DOWN MY SPINE. ALL I CAN REALLY DO IS SHAKE MY HEAD. SO SAD!
JEN
Comment By: FreeCarrie on July 28, 2004 01:24:20 PM Report
It is so sad that this happens to so many people everyday.
Richard, you did an amazing job telling this story. What bothers me even more than the abuse that goes on, is the women who will not leave their abusive husbands and continue to put themselves and their children in danger.
Excellent write.
***Carrie***
Comment By: on July 28, 2004 12:37:54 AM Report
Chilling account of your work Richard...written in a prose style and very effective.......
Comment By: FreeEric on July 27, 2004 10:38:23 PM Report
Excellent telling of a terrible story. It reminds of me of several incidents during my taxi days.
Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on July 27, 2004 10:06:35 PM Report
"THUNDER WOLF"
THANKS FOR THIS WRITE SO MUCH OF THIS GOES ON ALL THE TIME???..AS I KNOW SOME OF IT AS WELL?? IT CHANGES YOU ?? ALWAYS FRIENDS "VELVET -RAVEN"
Comment By: FreeGay Johnson on July 27, 2004 07:40:37 PM Report
I admire that you have such compassion. Don't ever let it get to you that you completely shut down of all emotion. I love you.
Gentle Dove




 


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