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His only son " and his own gun x
He walks In with a plan
His daddy's gun in his hand
He was dealt the decision
And was now on a mission
He sat in his room
On the end of his bed
And waited the minutes
So slow were the seconds
The hand on the clock
He watched
Ever so loud
Was each tick tock
His head was spinning
But he had no choice
He was the man in this house
Even though he was only a boy
He heard the last bits of her screaming
After his mumma had taken her latest beating
She was the strongest woman
In her every being
She copped a flogging
Almost every second night
When her husband was full of grog
And he started to run dry
He heard her make a move to her room
And he knew she was safe
Time now coming to soon
For his coming fate
He waits for the creaking
The steps on the floorboards
His heart thumping hard
As his daddy tripped drunk over
Hidden cords
Just as his daddy approached his little sisters room
To do what he did nightly
As he sinned under the moon
His daddy stumbled swearing up to his knees
As his boy stepped into the hallway
Faced his father
With eyes pleading
Daddy your not going
to go in their tonight
Mummas had enough
And my sister is to young for this life
"Fuck off boy
Who do you think you are "
As his son stood taller
And confronted him
Eyes hard
You beat on my mother
You abuse my sister
And I've had enough
Nows the time for you to listen
And as his daddy stood up
All his 6"2
His son smiled to himself and said
Daddy .....
I've always been bigger than you
Daddy plunged forward
But his eyes saw the shine
His son with his gun
And a glean in his eye
Daddy stopped in his tracks
" son pass me the gun "
Your sister is safe
And I promise I won't beat your mum
The putrid prick
Back to his old tricks
But the boy wasn't falling
for none of this
And as daddy stepped forward
With a clenched fist
It was then
He heard
The gun go click
The pressure to his stomach
Didn't hurt like he thought
Because he was gutless
And only blood poured
He went down slowly
And couldn't help but notice
The look of relief
On His only sons face
He knew he was a man now
As he took his rightful place
The boy watched his father
Die right there in the hall
And in unison
The closing of two doors
His mother came to his side
And took his fathers gun
She looked in his eyes
And said
"I've got this son "
As he sat with his sister
And the police combed the hall
She cuddled him tight
He cuddled her more
They could hear whispers
As their mother spoke
She said
" officer he was drunk must have fallen
And croaked "
He must have been cleaning it
Or putting it away
I'm sorry sir I was asleep
And so were they
My husband always was playing with that gun
My husband always was just a failing drunk
As the officer looked into this broken woman's eyes
He saw her bruises
As they covered her lies
He said mam
I'm sorry for your loss
He patted her son and said
Well now " boy you are boss "
They walked through their days
Better and knowing
Life was brighter
For that bastard going x
His daddy's gun in his hand
He was dealt the decision
And was now on a mission
He sat in his room
On the end of his bed
And waited the minutes
So slow were the seconds
The hand on the clock
He watched
Ever so loud
Was each tick tock
His head was spinning
But he had no choice
He was the man in this house
Even though he was only a boy
He heard the last bits of her screaming
After his mumma had taken her latest beating
She was the strongest woman
In her every being
She copped a flogging
Almost every second night
When her husband was full of grog
And he started to run dry
He heard her make a move to her room
And he knew she was safe
Time now coming to soon
For his coming fate
He waits for the creaking
The steps on the floorboards
His heart thumping hard
As his daddy tripped drunk over
Hidden cords
Just as his daddy approached his little sisters room
To do what he did nightly
As he sinned under the moon
His daddy stumbled swearing up to his knees
As his boy stepped into the hallway
Faced his father
With eyes pleading
Daddy your not going
to go in their tonight
Mummas had enough
And my sister is to young for this life
"Fuck off boy
Who do you think you are "
As his son stood taller
And confronted him
Eyes hard
You beat on my mother
You abuse my sister
And I've had enough
Nows the time for you to listen
And as his daddy stood up
All his 6"2
His son smiled to himself and said
Daddy .....
I've always been bigger than you
Daddy plunged forward
But his eyes saw the shine
His son with his gun
And a glean in his eye
Daddy stopped in his tracks
" son pass me the gun "
Your sister is safe
And I promise I won't beat your mum
The putrid prick
Back to his old tricks
But the boy wasn't falling
for none of this
And as daddy stepped forward
With a clenched fist
It was then
He heard
The gun go click
The pressure to his stomach
Didn't hurt like he thought
Because he was gutless
And only blood poured
He went down slowly
And couldn't help but notice
The look of relief
On His only sons face
He knew he was a man now
As he took his rightful place
The boy watched his father
Die right there in the hall
And in unison
The closing of two doors
His mother came to his side
And took his fathers gun
She looked in his eyes
And said
"I've got this son "
As he sat with his sister
And the police combed the hall
She cuddled him tight
He cuddled her more
They could hear whispers
As their mother spoke
She said
" officer he was drunk must have fallen
And croaked "
He must have been cleaning it
Or putting it away
I'm sorry sir I was asleep
And so were they
My husband always was playing with that gun
My husband always was just a failing drunk
As the officer looked into this broken woman's eyes
He saw her bruises
As they covered her lies
He said mam
I'm sorry for your loss
He patted her son and said
Well now " boy you are boss "
They walked through their days
Better and knowing
Life was brighter
For that bastard going x
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