Your Anger Command

This is a Poem about what my children went through with their father

Your anger command and you conquered
Your cheerleader cheered you on
Our children were your punching bags
And your cheerleader’s puppets
Like a game of chess
With you being the master
Trying to conquer their every move
Disobey and knives fly like arrows
Toys and dishes make beautiful decoration holes on walls

My children need not say much
They tell me everything in their nightmares
Woke up scramming, frighten and scared
Tears flow like raindrops
They are reluctant to talk
in fear of what harm you may cause

They are much love and happy now in my custody
Though counseling would take years to undo what you done
Love and respect will light their way back