The Third Day

It was but on the third day
She left it broken, with no words to say
No feeling, emotion could satisfy
The emptiness as days grew by
Mother was sick, lost for words
The landlords had barged in, threatening with swords
Unknowingly to them, the anger is mightier

Those evening times were distant memories
Whose remembrances, made much more enemies
And paved the way for the creeping anger
My mind uncleared, reached out for the banger
If pa was alive, we wouldn't be in such a mess
For his words, relieved even my mother's stress
As for years, she ignored her meditation

But the loud explosion brought me back to reality
Not a single moment to hallucinate, search for clarity
Curses from drunkards with no particular aim
Just for the mulla and to cause disdain
Seeing the pawns crippled, begging for peace
Brought back that emptiness, like a popular diss
That wretched gal was all I saw

So I banged and banged and banged
Letting out the inner anger that left men hanged
Clouded by a dark cloud, the good in me dies
The unforgettable rage shallowed their cries
For a lifetime, I saw her face
But in a moment, all I smelt was decay
Then and there I knew,
I could not unscrew

To the left was mama in tears
And to the right were the pawns, living in nightmares
Beneath me lay men, whose souls belonged to Anubis
And a little girl, who claimed I did this
Clarity came in, and by the look on her face
I realized, she was the third day.