family

always together and always having fun
nights round the fire and days out in the sun
gathered together for our sunday dinner
enjoying our food and not getting any thinner!

trips to the seaside, the park or the zoo
these were all the things we would most readily do
and this was our life as it went day to day
with plenty to do and plenty to say

yes we were always very close, my family and I
we had to be you see, to keep up the lie
what lie you might ask? and most rightly so
so now into the lie this poem will go...

the surface facade was not just there for others
it was for us to forget what went on under the covers
when we were too young to know, too young to protest
when what we'd do for our 'family' was put to the test

the shame of it all hit so deep I could not
talk of it to others and so it was forgot
but forgetting the times and forgetting the date
simply led my younger siblings into the same fate

such innocence slaughtered for the sake of one man
who's perversions would push him to take all that he can
and so each of us in turn would our virginity lose
to the sick twisted bastard who filled my granddads shoes

see to talk of such things would mean reliving the fear
so the discussions of these matters we would simply not go near
but by protecting ourselves and hiding our shame
we led our own precious children into the same game

yes that is my family and thus that is me
tied to a past from which we'll never be free
always together and always having fun
and always dead inside from that which cannot be undone