ARE YOU SURE?
I mean, how would you like being on a skewer
Pierced and burnt, in this case to the distaste of the chewer
So further afflictions are cast upon you until the term 'facial expression' serves no particular purpose to your future
Are you Sure?
I mean, how would you like to be a heavyweight punch bag
Often perpertually punched whilst hanging with sweaty intervals of an inaffectionate hug
Deceitful words, intended on making you believe you are loved
Then the supposed boxer walks away but you know its only a matter of time till you see another set of gloves
Are you Sure?
I said Are YOU sure this effort of a dialogue lacks meaning
Do not turn your sight away, face the crowd so we can offer you the same as you offer her
Public humiliations coupled with a frightful stare
You say you love, yet at the dinner table you serve upper cuts and hooks
Never sweet but sour, a meal prepared by a distasteful cook
The starter itself packs more punches than a vindaloo
Your understanding of the term 'being a man' casts doubt on the term 'being human'
Your never ending need to be respected has created an atmosphere of fear towards those who love you
Your offsprings watch as you toture the individual present in your absence
Your lack of appreciation disgusts those who love you yet she values the life of your last born
She hopes he never has to grow up in a broken home
So she closes her eyes to say a prayer everytime the clock strikes 5 when she knows you are heading home
Sometimes she prays that God reverse this chronological affliction so she can start again
Your true coulours have shown, and to be frank, your chameleon character mader her believe you were see through
Yet you assumed the colour of a saint whilst masking your devlish side
Yes I am talking to you!! My attempt to paint you a picture
Have led to your aggrevated actions
Let me tell you something, Mr.
Your failure to realise your wrongs provokes my attempt to understand your reasons
Seeing you have none and I being the judge
Will sentence you 5years with no bail or early release
A woman lies in a hospital, unconscious, with heavy internal bleeding because you decided to be the law in your own home
You say you are man, you are strong, emotionally grounded, well mannered, sensitive and reserved,
You say, well atleast your lawyer says, you are sweet when not intoxicated
You say you will never repeat such attrocities
Do I believe you? No
But I have a question for you...
'Are YOU sure?'
Hell's fire awaits all tyrrants.
Good point. No. The answer must be, "NO." Silently, the feeling must be anguish. Thanks.
thank you soo much Don for taking time out to read my piece. :) and indeed the answer should be No