LET'S TALK ABOUT THE WEATHER

The children see

the bloodstained walls, the linen and the bruising

they heard the whack the night before

when you came home from boozing

Nothing's said - the food is served

the tension is extreme

Nothing's said - the dishes done

the atmosphere's obscene

The linen sits in laundry pile

waiting to be done

My mothers blood does wash away

Sheets hang out in the sun

Nothing's said - the day goes on

We mustn't say a thing

Nothing's said - we don't dare ask

for more violence we could bring

We live like this... not every day

But it happens.... and who knows

Will this night bring us peace and calm

or shouts and threats and blows

Nothing's said - the day is done

they're moving back together

Nothing's said - it's time for bed

Let's talk about the weather...

It will be quiet tonight I know

he is feeling deep remorse

But the time will come again we know

it's just par for the course

Nothing's said - and life goes on

the children grow and leave

Nothing's said - their babes are born

They too watch their mothers bleed

She's older now and he's long gone

but still she does deny it

the horror that the kids did see

they're all still keeping quiet

Nothing's said - we'll blame the child

for acting out his anger

Nothing's said - this child does cry!!

And no one sees the danger

Don't blame the kids for what they do

the kids are just repeating

the violent cycles they have lived

As their mother copped a beating!!!