For all the abused children!
She came with a rage,
Like fire in a dragon fight
She came with a rave.
With a rave there she came raging.
While With a toothbrush in his mouth
With a rave there she came raging,
He stood in front of a mirror
& with a rave there she came raging.
She hit his head against the mirror
& down the drain there ran blood & water.
On the floor there lied the son,
“I told you, don’t to leave the tap running!”
With a rave there she was raging.
On the floor lied the son bleeding…
With regret there she was, weeping.