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...