It’s a primitiveness
\nIt’s a thing of the past
\nA mythology mix up
\nA die that was cast
\nPerhaps the prescription
\nThe venerable who
\nTook it on board to do
\nWhat they do<\/p>\n
A couple a relationship
\nAn infant is born
\nEnter the mother
\nTreated with scorn
\nNot only by the father
\nBut also by the State
\nThe whole damned traditional
\nArchaic plate<\/p>\n
Served up for breakfast
\nFor dinner for tea
\nWhen the child’s diagnosis
\nIs disabled, it be
\nMedically disabled
\nAnd the father departs
\nScarpers runs roughshod
\nBreaks all their hearts<\/p>\n
They once had nirvana
\nFed through their soul
\nTill the responsible
\nThe narcissus troll
\nOpens his eyes to existence
\nAnd sees
\nA potentiality
\nUp in the trees<\/p>\n
And he’s off like a shot
\nNeglecting to say
\nHow much he loves her
\nJust runs away
\nFirst beats her blue
\nSmacks her face
\nYells his gob
\nFrightens her shitless
\nAnd leaves her to sob<\/p>\n
Unsubstantiality opens it’s doors
\nThe will of the wisp
\nIs part of the cause
\nHis cock and bull stories
\nA real man of straw
\nUnprepared for the hassle
\nThe meaningless flaw<\/p>\n
She suffers not long a child
\nHerself
\nAnd now
\nthe threat of a mother
\nA figure,that’s how
\nIt’s all crept up on her
\nHer bearings are weak
\nThe chain of reasoning
\nShe needs to seek<\/p>\n
Some retribution
\nSome help for he
\nCaused all this pain
\nWith his dark energy
\nThat moment of bedlam
\nHis seed in her soul
\nAnd now she was having
\nHis flower his scored goal<\/p>\n
And he hit the highway
\nAnd she was alone
\nShe to be,a mother
\nThe seeds all were sown
\nThere was no absoluteness
\nNot in this great state
\nWhere the father took flight
\nAnd transfused her with hate<\/p>\n
Nine months of creation
\nThat lonely embrace
\nVoiced with accord
\nFor the whole human race
\nThe wrangle the bickering
\nThe rupture the care
\nThe distortion of facts
\nAnd the life they did share<\/p>\n
Left by herself
\nMiscast in a role
\nThis baby inside of her
\nExacting a toll
\nA disequilibrium
\nAn unequal state
\nA deficient nutrition
\nA lop sided gait<\/p>\n
A feeling of greatness
\nOf enormity
\nFar flying far reaching
\nEmbracing for free
\nSurpassing all feelings
\nUnconscionable grief
\nInexpressible passion
\nProdigious belief<\/p>\n
The real life reminder
\nOf errors and pain
\nCame into the being
\nFrom whence it had lain
\nClose to her heart strings
\nWarm in her soul
\nPart of her meaning
\nThat took on a role<\/p>\n
A sweet little angel
\nA girl in her eyes
\nTranscending the torture
\nSuch a surprise
\nUntouched unaffected
\nThe first blush of life
\nIn the bud of existence
\nAnd unfamiliar strife<\/p>\n
Two children before
\nNow a run away dad
\nSo much to work out
\nIt’s so bloody sad
\nFood on the table
\nRent for to find
\nClothes, debts a mounting
\nBills underlined<\/p>\n
The great patriarchal
\nSociety sweeps
\nDown the hill of resentment
\nWhere a lone mother weeps
\nSo much confusion
\nNo family around
\nTo offer support
\nThats what she found<\/p>\n
And to make matters worse
\nThe child seemingly
\nWas sick
\nWas entrenched in some malady
\nIt was inescapable
\nWithout resource
\nHelpless and exposed
\nAs a matter of course<\/p>\n
The children to care for
\nThe great need to be
\nUnflagging and resolute
\nAiming to see
\nHer way through the maelstrom
\nThrustful and in tune
\nDespite the violence
\nFrom the run away goon<\/p>\n
An absence of love
\nAn absence of care
\nLiving on short dated food
\nIf some is there
\nSecond hand clothes
\nWhat can one do
\nBut live desperation
\nOnes whole life through<\/p>\n
Everyday brings it’s share
\nOf debt callers notes
\nAt night in the darkness
\nDeep in the throats
\nOf those who would threaten
\nOf those who would sue
\nTo cut off their water
\nAnd their heating too<\/p>\n
Where is the father
\nIn all of this sin
\nLiving a cats life
\nEarning a tin
\nOf cash not a care
\nFor the mother he gave
\nHis seed to aware
\nBut not there to save<\/p>\n
How she struggled
\nTo make ends meet
\nAll of the time
\nMedically disabled
\nReally no rhyme
\nNo meter to speak of
\nAnd no help anywhere
\nJust a growing victim
\nOf Full blown despair<\/p>\n
A registered carer
\nFrom morning till night
\nNot sleeping at all
\nWhich is never right
\nThis is not parenthood
\nBegotten hours
\nAll through the long years
\nJust having rows<\/p>\n
With just all and sundry
\nFinancial woes
\nA furnace of anger
\nA sourness that flows
\nInconsideration from family
\nAnd friends
\nTry to imagine the
\nMessage this sends<\/p>\n
Uncertainty doubtfulness
\nObscurity
\nSome indecision
\nInsecurity
\nDoubtful and dubious
\nFlounder and drift
\nHopeful of some way of getting a lift<\/p>\n
Out of the darkness
\nFighting the case
\nChasing the run away father
\nNo trace
\nIt is impossible
\nTo stay the course
\nLong hours of tearfulness
\nAnd he was the source<\/p>\n
When you are the victim
\nWhat chance is there
\nLeft like a wild soul caught in a lair
\nLucid and sober
\nBut trodden down hard
\nScreamed at and beaten
\nYou can’t be off guard<\/p>\n
A mother with so much to do
\nHas no say
\nSchooling and medicine
\nNutritional play
\nThe great patriarchal tsunami
\nSweeps through
\nCreating such chaos
\nTo swallow and do<\/p>\n
So much to harm to obliterate
\nAnd
\nThreaten to injure
\nYou all out of hand
\nThere’s not an hour goes by
\nWhen you haven’t got
\nWorries to sicken you
\nYou have a lot<\/p>\n
Assumptions and arguments
\nTutelage too
\nHomework and special needs
\nWhat can you do
\nLong dissertations
\nHarangued one on one
\nJust so much drama
\nLife coming undone<\/p>\n
No matter how willing
\nHow determined
\nHow good
\nEarnest and serious
\nStill. Misunderstood
\nBy the state by the government
\nFrantically you
\nAre fighting your corner
\nFor that’s what you do<\/p>\n
An absence of choice
\nNo alternative route
\nIndiscrimination
\nNothing seems to suit
\nRejection is commonplace
\nRebuffed and declined
\nDiscarded rejected
\nIt torments your mind<\/p>\n
A single mother
\nIs a CEO
\nShe handles so much
\nIn her life
\nShe does know
\nShe brings up a family
\nThe ship stays on course
\nThrough the most violent storms
\nThey come at her at force<\/p>\n
But she’s there at the helm
\nNo matter the size
\nHaving lost her first mate
\nTo a barrage of lies
\nUnpaid and unsupported
\nShe just carries on
\nTaking all of the crap
\nLetting so many con<\/p>\n
She never gives up
\nHer heart pounding so
\nA father a mother
\nHer wisdom does grow
\nThe shit hits the fan
\nEvery night every day
\nAnd she does all of this
\nAll her life
\nWithout pay<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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 … Continue reading