Born out of Rage

A child under the chair
I heard you shout and heard you swear
I loathed you, I will kill you
would I dare.
The merry bottle
led you away
you beat my mum
again today.
You have kicked me down
and took my breath
but I am strong
I will see your death.
Now I have found a man
who will never let me down
in his strong arms I am bound.
But father ten years
and not a drop
will this rage ever stop
Dam you to HELL
I think not.