You hear me
Then heed me!
And other nights of his dinner
Hitting the wall.
To be picked up and eaten with fingers
Namm namm….
Two brothers would be wise enough to be offside
My sister and I instead too damn like him to cower
A younger one, God love her
Never concerned him enough to talk to
Nor to pick on
Just the odd stray snarl
Of the beast caged in dark bars
Our Mum always a target
Try not to antagonise him as he’d maybe pick on someone else
Seeing your family suffer being much worse than
Being under the Dull Stupid Bloody lash
Of his forked tongue
You damn fool
We were your kin
While you were digging out
All we wanted was that you dug in
When they dug the hole for your ashes
Who of us there could pray
‘Our Father who art in heaven…..’
That first line had us all stumped
But I know it’s either
‘Love or destruction’
In this life we do get to struggle and to choose
