Life full of abuses
Mother's body full of bruises
No food we were hungry
Hungry and angry
No farm no food for storage
Days with only porriage
These were too much for our age
Father's mouth rain abusive words
He called mum a whore
Claiming we were children of the dogs
Dad was drunk again

Mother dug people's farm
She worked her leg and arm
Providing the little she had
I want food woman dad would be heard
That was the daily norm
He graduated to selling house holds
All these to drink the men's porriage
Our lives full of sorrowful page
Respect was no more
For us this was normal
Dad was drunk again

School was no go zone
Our living standard worst than prison
We were the estate laughing stock
Our lives hard than rock
Our rich relatives were silent
Yet for three months we couldn't afford rent
Mum was tired
The donkey was tired
Tired of abuses
Tired of killing our future
Tired of torture
She packed our bags
Running to freedom
The chapter of pain was closed
Dad was drunk again