It’s happening out there its something we have to know about

It’s a primitiveness
It’s a thing of the past
A mythology mix up
A die that was cast
Perhaps the prescription
The venerable who
Took it on board to do
What they do

A couple a relationship
An infant is born
Enter the mother
Treated with scorn
Not only by the father
But also by the State
The whole damned traditional
Archaic plate

Served up for breakfast
For dinner for tea
When the child’s diagnosis
Is disabled, it be
Medically disabled
And the father departs
Scarpers runs roughshod
Breaks all their hearts

They once had nirvana
Fed through their soul
Till the responsible
The narcissus troll
Opens his eyes to existence
And sees
A potentiality
Up in the trees

And he’s off like a shot
Neglecting to say
How much he loves her
Just runs away
First beats her blue
Smacks her face
Yells his gob
Frightens her shitless
And leaves her to sob

Unsubstantiality opens it’s doors
The will of the wisp
Is part of the cause
His cock and bull stories
A real man of straw
Unprepared for the hassle
The meaningless flaw

She suffers not long a child
Herself
And now
the threat of a mother
A figure,that’s how
It’s all crept up on her
Her bearings are weak
The chain of reasoning
She needs to seek

Some retribution
Some help for he
Caused all this pain
With his dark energy
That moment of bedlam
His seed in her soul
And now she was having
His flower his scored goal

And he hit the highway
And she was alone
She to be,a mother
The seeds all were sown
There was no absoluteness
Not in this great state
Where the father took flight
And transfused her with hate

Nine months of creation
That lonely embrace
Voiced with accord
For the whole human race
The wrangle the bickering
The rupture the care
The distortion of facts
And the life they did share

Left by herself
Miscast in a role
This baby inside of her
Exacting a toll
A disequilibrium
An unequal state
A deficient nutrition
A lop sided gait

A feeling of greatness
Of enormity
Far flying far reaching
Embracing for free
Surpassing all feelings
Unconscionable grief
Inexpressible passion
Prodigious belief

The real life reminder
Of errors and pain
Came into the being
From whence it had lain
Close to her heart strings
Warm in her soul
Part of her meaning
That took on a role

A sweet little angel
A girl in her eyes
Transcending the torture
Such a surprise
Untouched unaffected
The first blush of life
In the bud of existence
And unfamiliar strife

Two children before
Now a run away dad
So much to work out
It’s so bloody sad
Food on the table
Rent for to find
Clothes, debts a mounting
Bills underlined

The great patriarchal
Society sweeps
Down the hill of resentment
Where a lone mother weeps
So much confusion
No family around
To offer support
Thats what she found

And to make matters worse
The child seemingly
Was sick
Was entrenched in some malady
It was inescapable
Without resource
Helpless and exposed
As a matter of course

The children to care for
The great need to be
Unflagging and resolute
Aiming to see
Her way through the maelstrom
Thrustful and in tune
Despite the violence
From the run away goon

An absence of love
An absence of care
Living on short dated food
If some is there
Second hand clothes
What can one do
But live desperation
Ones whole life through

Everyday brings it’s share
Of debt callers notes
At night in the darkness
Deep in the throats
Of those who would threaten
Of those who would sue
To cut off their water
And their heating too

Where is the father
In all of this sin
Living a cats life
Earning a tin
Of cash not a care
For the mother he gave
His seed to aware
But not there to save

How she struggled
To make ends meet
All of the time
Medically disabled
Really no rhyme
No meter to speak of
And no help anywhere
Just a growing victim
Of Full blown despair

A registered carer
From morning till night
Not sleeping at all
Which is never right
This is not parenthood
Begotten hours
All through the long years
Just having rows

With just all and sundry
Financial woes
A furnace of anger
A sourness that flows
Inconsideration from family
And friends
Try to imagine the
Message this sends

Uncertainty doubtfulness
Obscurity
Some indecision
Insecurity
Doubtful and dubious
Flounder and drift
Hopeful of some way of getting a lift

Out of the darkness
Fighting the case
Chasing the run away father
No trace
It is impossible
To stay the course
Long hours of tearfulness
And he was the source

When you are the victim
What chance is there
Left like a wild soul caught in a lair
Lucid and sober
But trodden down hard
Screamed at and beaten
You can’t be off guard

A mother with so much to do
Has no say
Schooling and medicine
Nutritional play
The great patriarchal tsunami
Sweeps through
Creating such chaos
To swallow and do

So much to harm to obliterate
And
Threaten to injure
You all out of hand
There’s not an hour goes by
When you haven’t got
Worries to sicken you
You have a lot

Assumptions and arguments
Tutelage too
Homework and special needs
What can you do
Long dissertations
Harangued one on one
Just so much drama
Life coming undone

No matter how willing
How determined
How good
Earnest and serious
Still. Misunderstood
By the state by the government
Frantically you
Are fighting your corner
For that’s what you do

An absence of choice
No alternative route
Indiscrimination
Nothing seems to suit
Rejection is commonplace
Rebuffed and declined
Discarded rejected
It torments your mind

A single mother
Is a CEO
She handles so much
In her life
She does know
She brings up a family
The ship stays on course
Through the most violent storms
They come at her at force

But she’s there at the helm
No matter the size
Having lost her first mate
To a barrage of lies
Unpaid and unsupported
She just carries on
Taking all of the crap
Letting so many con

She never gives up
Her heart pounding so
A father a mother
Her wisdom does grow
The shit hits the fan
Every night every day
And she does all of this
All her life
Without pay