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'Beatings'My father beats me up Just like his father did And grandad, he was beaten by greatgrandad as a kid From generation to generation A poisoned apple passed along Domestic daily cruelty No-one thinking it was wrong And it was: Not the cursing and the bruising The frustration and the fear A normal child can cope with that It grows easier by the year But the ignorance, believing That the child is somehow owned Property paid for Violence condoned. Not Known |