Just who the hell

Do you think you are?

In your house that is so

Twee

Just who the hell

Do you think you are?


YOU

are

NO

more different than

ME


Just because

You have a car

Just because

Your old man works

YOU

think that these entitle

YOU

To all those extra perks!

WELL

******* ALL

**** YOUR WAYS

THE TIME HAS COME TO RE-APPRAISE

~


I am angry you were nasty
I am angry you were cruel

Surprised

YOU

didn’t march us

to the

***** Ducking Stool


And what exactly was the crime?

In the safety of your home?

Were there far too many children?

With a natural freedom born to roam?


Did not one of you ever stop to think?

What went on behind

Closed doors?

Or were

YOU

Indignantly repulsed?

Fervently abhorred?


Well … Let me tell you for nothing

My father was a ****

Yet

YOU

hid

behind your curtains

Surely

WE

were

WORTH A PUNT?


I even fulfilled your small town prophecy

When I learnt to rob and steal

It was never about the money

It was only ever about the thrill


Seven little vagabonds

Seven little ***** of sin


“Be careful where you step my sweet”

“For, they do not hold our Lord within”


Mr Roberts …

“How dare you walk these streets?

Glowing with civic pride

Did you not know your

wife’s back home with her pumpkin leg’s spread open wide!

Oh…. Yes … your brother was often a frequent guest

While you brown nosed

on your

Monetary quest”


Mrs Philips …

“Hubby … taking the boys to camp again?

He sure likes to drill them hard

Does he make you take it up the ****?

Does he leave

YOU

His

CALLING CARD?


I could go on … with tales of pain
I could go on … with tales of woe

But

That is

NOT

MY PURPOSE

For it was so very long ago  


I just want to make you realise the pain left in those children’s hearts

They really were so much more
Than
the
Sum of all their parts

So next time you cast aspersions
With
your
Judgemental eyes

Remember

Each time the knife’s stuck in

**A

Little piece of that child dies …