Remember Your Dead Woman

You have heard of a story,
So tragic you may loathe and feel sorry,
A man who took his wife from her family,
A woman who believed his somewhat fake apology.

When she came back to her father,
He followed to convince her,
To come back home and again live together,
To build a home and start a family to nurture.

For how many days, the father tried to delay.
He tried to lengthen her stay
As the other man tried to persuade her to start their way,
Until she said yes to his convincing request one day.

They started their journey back to his town,
Then got tired of the journey and along the way they found,
A man who offered a place to rest and sleep for the night,
Until a group of men came knocking and acted like they came for a fight.

They asked the old man for his male guest,
To bring him out and give them some sex,
Instead his daughter and concubine he offered for abuse,
Trying to pacify the urges of the troublemakers who wanted someone to use.

The man refused and was very frightened,
He offered the concubine he took back from his father then
He pushed her out the door and left her out there all night,
They raped her and afterwards he came to her, woke her up and carried her back home when it was daylight.

When they got home, he started to cut her to pieces,
She was cut to twelve pieces and he sent one piece to each tribe,
Tried shaming them with her flesh, smearing them with her blood,
Those same tribes who left the wicked ways of force labor and maybe brought destruction to their own neighbours.

I wonder how he allowed it,
Then acted like nothing happened,
It seemed like everything he has already planned,
Left home, pursued her once again and took the other route for the terrible crime to happen.