Father And Son: When Will It End? Poem by Anela Mrubata

Son:
Okay! I've had enough of this. I'm stopping this sh*t.
You're no longer welcomed here, don't even try to come in.
Father:
What's happening here? Why are my stuff on the floor?
Move out of my way and stop blocking this door!
(Pushes his son out of the way)
Son:
We have no food to eat and you're always taking a rest.
Everyday you're drunk, can't you see you're causing more stress?
Mom cries all night. I see the pain when she kneels.
It fills me with rage and I swear I will kill...

Father:
What? You a man now so you think you can take care of your mom?
Well, son if you're thinking that then you're totally wrong
I work hard everyday, I bleed and I sweat.
You ungreatful little swine, who you threatening with death?

Son:
I'm more of a man than you'll ever be
Woman-beater! That's only a coward I see
Who do you work for? Mother's lying there sick!
You're never here but always walking drunk on the streets.

Father:
I'm your father! You watch how you speak!
Son:
Father? You don't even know what that means
What have you done for us? My sisters and me?
Father:
I'm the boss around here and i've done a lot for you three!

Son:
You better leave now, this is your last warning!
Father:
Then what are you waiting for? The cops? Well, you can quit stalling.
No one's here to help... Can't you see there's no one?
Son:
I'm not playing around... Tonight you'll die by your own gun...
(Pulls out a pistol and cocks it)

Father:
Relax... Calm down and put that away boy
I know this is serious but that's not a toy
Son:
Oh! Now you're quiet. I'm guessing all's well
You've caused us enough heartache. I hope you enjoy hell...
(2 gun shots...)

(NB! The brackets aren't part of the poem but are only a guideline to help the reader understand the poem further more)