2pm
And finally, thankfully the lights went out.
Silence no more abuse nothing left to shout.
Blessed relief, Oh! thank God no more pain
She tried to fight for life but she slipped away all the same.
2.30pm
Slavering he swayed above her body
Bitch, he muttered, looking at his hands, dirty and bloody.
Stepping over her he gave her side a kick, it was then the baby started to cry
No, not again he screamed, shut up, shut up you little shit, die.
3pm
He’d picked the baby up and smashed its’ head against the floor
Swung the baby round shaking it, it stopped screaming as it’s head met the door.
He left it lying there by her side … bloody thing it would of been okay if it had not cried
He went over to the table and drank from the bottle , unaware and uncaring that his wife and baby had died.
4pm
He is slumped across the table
Snoring , drunk to wake unable
What a greeting for a child from school
Mum and baby sister dead and bloodied, too cruel.
4.10pm
She was sick, she can’t believe her eyes
Frozen to the spot she cannot move however hard she tries
The evil drunk spoiler of her miserable life
Tired she is of him, sick again she reaches for a knife.
4.30pm
She puts the knife in his chest. No time to stop and think.
He hardly makes a move anesthetized by the drink.
Her senses tell her what to do so she picks up the phone.
Ambulance please, Dad has hurt my Mum, I have just got home .
5pm
The Police came with the Ambulance they had been there before.
They knew that this was bad as they stepped inside the door.
The girl in the corner dead baby in her arms dry eyed and lost
Mother a mass of bruises she did her best, but at such an awful cost.
6pm
The man was D.O.A . The paramedics could do nothing for him
The girl was so distraught they had to prize the baby from her arms so thin.
Poor little soul was what the nurses had to say
Her Mum and Dad and sister all of them snatched away.
8pm
The relatives room was quite apart from the little girls sobs
The social workers said they hate these type of jobs.
What ever could they do to help a little soul
Too young to understand , withdrawn and swallowed whole.
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