Canadian Residential Association

The Larcenist creeps in their graves might be so

but what they  did to us God alone needs to know

their unbelievable arrogance an repugnance we knew

that loathing and hostility that really was true

as children the buggery was hard to bear

an abomination a world of despair

our teachers were monsters

denouncing their role

Killing our spirit taking over our soul

 

such soreness the offences the smouldering pain

and bitter resentment blood falling like rain

revengefulness spite it was all everywhere

an affront to our being and our being aware

 

stolen from parents whose love was supreme

so much indignation tantrums that scream

gnashing our teeth resenting the need

to be beaten and vanquished and just left to bleed

imagine it will you teachers their scowl

their rancour so virulent yes every foul

deed in their armoury they yes did share

splenetic and spiteful that they were not there

How we suffered alone incensed by it all

we foamed at the mouth for no one heard our call

frenzied they beat us our backsides as red

as the fire in the grate yes when we lay dead

 

venting their spleen insulting our need

we carried their cross and their every misdeed

we never knew love not from these bastards they

were irascible  pricks at the end of the day

such provocation yes the last straw

Embittered were we our bodies raw

 

burning and speechless on the cold floor

Our feet and toes bleeding we couldn’t take anymore

Forbidding and ugly like tinder they burned

bruised us and cut us and no one was  concerned

thousands beaten blue left to die where we lay

vicious their acerbity their unholy way

Of life in the raw, such gloating joy

merciless fiendishness they did employ.

buried us one by one in the damp ground

all lost forever to heaven bound

their mean profanity their ugly guile

and all of those bastards would never face trial

 

the Church no pity, the church no heart

intolerant bastards right from the start

mistrust and envy rotten to the core

how I loved my  mother and wanted her more.

 

 

 

 

 

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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