Exclusion Zone

Today is Friday, almost the weekend,
and you, as usual, picked a fight with me.
You can’t live in peace — you crave conflict;
you devour arguments like a vampire devouring its dinner.

Everything about me irritates you — you’re cruel.
I just wish for a little warmth from you, even a sip.
You’re used to being a brute at work,
and forget that at home, care should be given
to your wife and children,
so happiness can multiply
and misfortunes can fade away.

But all this feels like contempt to you —
you call it whining and overthinking!
Instead of softening the conversation,
you shout louder, spreading discord.

You provoke anger, keep yelling,
expecting everyone to shut up and obey;
you shoot insults with malice;
revenge is your craft!

A million times you’ve dodged responsibility,
pretending you’re right;
you always silence others with a growl;
you lie often, as if I’m too stupid
to see the obvious…
like a sulking schoolboy.

Only you are right, and your opinion
must be accepted like a king’s feast —
There is no other truth, and there must never be!
You, like a king, have been cutting off heads for solong.

You declare punishment without hesitation,
just to humiliate and praise yourself.
Where is the love? What am I even saying?
We’re supposed to be a family, but I don’t exist:
not in your heart, not by your side;
I annoy you even with a glance.

You’re still disagreeing with me now,
all worked up, following these lines…
If you’ve even read them, of course —
you usually skip the lines —
maybe that’s one reason
you don’t understand me, «esteemed» sir.
 
7.07.2017


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