Mother had tuberculosis and my sister, and I were
sent to a place, a children’s home with many houses
depending on age and sex my brother had already been sent
to one he had found German hand grenades and used them
at a disused airport. They made terrible noise and my brother
had to spend some time at a hospital and later sent to a home
on a small island working at the stone quarry.
My sister and I had been invited to a big wedding a real working class
Wedding with plenty of food, booze and beer for the adult
and soft drinks for us. We had been told not to got, but we went anyway
it was great a real classy wedding the bride I white.
At first, there was jealousy amongst the women tearing of hair,
The man couldn`t stand there watching, and a legendary fight ensued.
Police sirens the police charge with batons but were beaten back
reinforcement and gradually the party were peaceful and the police
themselves working class left the scene.
It was morning when we came back to the home that is my sister went
back to the girls and I the boy`s awaiting punishment
I was ten at the time and angry, when the big boss came, I threw a vase
at him a week later I was on a farm milking cows.
Ever since my childhood, it is my duty to speak up and defend the not haves.
Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2016
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