The End
I listen for the sound of the key in the gate
The kids grow pensive and I grow brave
For I know that the jingle of the key means one thing
He has come back tonight to reign as the king
He will order and dictate, he will rule and remain
He will torture our souls he will kill our each dream
He stands with his hands in his pocket so calm
I look up at him and wait for his demand
He says he is tired he wants some peace
So we all go to the room and allow him ease
Yet he still comes there with a whip in hand
Demanding our breathing so loudly they sound
I apologise for us all, but to deaf ears they fall
He is inebriated I see, but still has all this gall
I will not let him hit again I vowed
So today it will end I solemnly said
I aim the trigger at his temple, no other
And I lead him away from my son and daughter
He starts crying and stumbling, apologising and promising
I laugh at his cowardice, his lying and his cheating
For today it will end I stoically attest
For today I lay him down to rest
Copyright © Fathima Dawood | Year Posted 2008
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