I hate the two idiotic human beings who gave birth to me.
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By: Yeo WenBin
A vase flies across the room and smashes on the wall.
A Trophy soars up and scratches the ceiling.
Words Fly,
Hands Poised.
"Give me your bank account numbers!"
"Don't touch me, you monster!"
In a corner,
in a room.
Sits two children.
Huddled together.
Tears are flowing down their cheeks.
They are hapless, terrified.
A knife goes up.
A bamboo pole is held.
The children stares in silent horror.
Blood splurts, a cry goes up.
The children cries out in silence.
Tears flow, huddling together.
A TV screen is cracked and broken.
A rice cooker goes out of the window.
On a table, sits a piece of homework.
On another, stands a pencil holder.
Both was crashed down in fury.
Fury and Hate rushes through the parent's mind.
Horror and Pain takes control of the children.
This is the meaning of a family.
This is but afterall, just a family activity.
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Family Day.
By: Yeo WenBinA vase flies across the room and smashes on the wall.
A Trophy soars up and scratches the ceiling.
Words Fly,
Hands Poised.
"Give me your bank account numbers!"
"Don't touch me, you monster!"
In a corner,
in a room.
Sits two children.
Huddled together.
Tears are flowing down their cheeks.
They are hapless, terrified.
A knife goes up.
A bamboo pole is held.
The children stares in silent horror.
Blood splurts, a cry goes up.
The children cries out in silence.
Tears flow, huddling together.
A TV screen is cracked and broken.
A rice cooker goes out of the window.
On a table, sits a piece of homework.
On another, stands a pencil holder.
Both was crashed down in fury.
Fury and Hate rushes through the parent's mind.
Horror and Pain takes control of the children.
This is the meaning of a family.
This is but afterall, just a family activity.
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