Divorce is Like a WORLD WAR

What is wrong with you? Grow up! Move on! It’s for the kids… They do not see And experience All the unheeded complaints Made to CFS Because you are the other Parent. They don’t see The burn marks, On your special needs Son’s Fingers From the Hot burner Dad made him Touch. He is non-verbal, So, It didn’t happen. They don’t see The scratches, Across My Disabled son’s Back and arms. All the bruises Found all over My baby As soon as she Came home. Across her arms Back And Abdomen On her legs And bum. They didn’t see that bruise That looked like A spoon. Across my little boy’s Bum. They don’t see The pneumonia Our oldest son got Again, For the second, And third time. Because His dad wouldn’t take him in To the emergency room Because, It was too inconvenient. It’s the mother’s job, So, wait until you go home. They don’t know what Happened To you, Or me, Or to our kids, That lead to the war breaking Out All around us Because we are censored to the Public: We can’t publish this. In their newspapers. We can’t call others to action, Or ask anyone to save us. Nobody knows how Our little people Live in poverty, While in HIS care, Or how Their home was shaken By bombs and grenades That look like psychological Warfare. They don’t know about The raining gunfire, That were hateful words used To hurt us Every. Single. Day. They don’t know about The secret combinations, The war alliances, And the war tactics Used to manipulate us Day-in-and-day-out To gain more territory. They don’t have to experience The death and carnage, The rot, The flees, The rats, And the lice That one sees When they are deep-down In the trenches, Using lawyers like rifles, On the bloody front lines. They don’t see The razor wire put out To keep “others” from Their own lands, And property. They don’t know The late nights That we have sat homeless, Shivering, and starving Because we were pushed out of Our home. They don’t know about The hateful words, The spit, and rocks That get thrown at you By the enemy, Even to this day. When you aren’t part of the war. They don’t understand How people hate you At first glance, Even though People who have never Spoken a word to you. Hate the very sight Of your face, Because of what they have Heard or read. About you. From your enemy. His enemy. I am the enemy. too. They love a good story. It gives them a thrill, So, they add to the hateful Language. They join in on the abuse, And they increase your Alienation Pass on his message Increase your suffering. Because you are the enemy. The bad guy. He is the hero. There can only be one winner, And the winner writes the Textbook. People who are part of the Opposition because, They love The hype of propaganda. All publicity is good publicity: But it’s not. Every morning you, me, I, we, Get up and stand tall Despite them. It’s not your fault that you are hated, Like a Jew. Even though the very rationale Is nonsensical. People just love to hate One another. Especially you. They see the weight gain, And the stress lines that Break free All over your face Like a spider making a web. They see the thinning hair, The blood shot eyes, With bags growing Heavier and heavier, Day-in-and-day-out. But instead of helping, They laugh at you. They join in. You, me, I, we, Are a joke All because of all The sleepless nights, All-the-worrying And the empty bank account That you keep opening up Always, Just in case Only to see that yet again, That your kids’ dad Hasn’t paid his child support, Again, For the next month. So, you have to make up the Difference.