## Quin Vickie##
Oh! My family
That is meant to be a beautiful lily
Has become a painful sight to behold
In which peace and joy
Has flown to the tallest tree
Rather sorrow and pain
Has become the inhabitants of our home
Oh! My family
How Ancenstral yoke has chained our father down
Making the rest bitter
Our mother is in emotional trauma
As lean as a broomstick
As those days of sound mind is gone
Thinking has become a significant figure
To be done on daily basis
Oh! My family
Food to be eaten is being examined, cross checked and schrotinized
The sound of sewing machine
Choku... choku... choku
And that of scissors
Cha... cha... cha...
Has beeb embibed in us
As it is a means for our survival
Oh! My family
The Ancenstral yoke which has not been broken
Because the father doesnt accept the fact that there is such
Prayers meant for him has been ignored, abandoned and dismissed
Thus making him perform his duties with bitterness, hatred and sorrow
We the rest enjoying it with double mindedness
As you dont know the area quarrel will emanate from
Oh! My family
The father exercises authority everywhere and also in the kitchen
Making our mother restless
Thus leaving it for him
Only to end up being accused of leaving her duties as mother and wife
Shouts and insults
Being melted to her directly in front of the children
Such as
STOP THAT NONSENSE!
GET OUT! SHUT UP!
SIT DOWN THERE!!
Commands meant for slaves are given to her
Oh! What can we say
She doesnt have a look of a married woman
But that of a woman bought to perform duties of a slave
Even when the grown up children are around
She cooks and does work meant for them
Only ti please our father
Oh! My family
Complaint! Complaint!! Complaint!!!
All in vain
Prayer! Prayer!! Prayer!!!
Seems like God is deaf
The enemy, the devil
Has seen the avenue to destroy our home
Oh! My family what are we to do
Anger! Anger!! Curse! Curse!!
The father lashes out ungodly words
As a result of anger
Which has been planted
That refused to evacuate
Our family is devastated and broken down
From morning to night
Shouts of anger and quarrel is being counted on daily basis
And has become a frequent behaviour
Which we all try to accomodate
But how can that be so
Oh! My family....
# Hi Guys... This is my first time of composing something and publishing it..
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#Much love#
@ Quin Vickie Toria...
