He brought back his arm to beat her

Said she was the source of his anger

And God would kill her in her youth

Useless trash, crude ineptitude

As the little girl flinched in a ball

I lined up a barrel with his skull

He dropped quick on the hardwood floor

At last, I had settled the score

I saved her from the life she was dealt

For the price of my current self

Instead of reaching out to freedom

She stayed curled up tight and grieved him