Amongst peeking Curtains,
and cups of Chai,
they are Plotting a Plan,
of Degradation,
on Me,
Again,
Without remorse,
Forgetting they come from a Womb,
Mothers and Wives,
in this case Exes are forgotten,
they even have their own Daughters,
yet they Dare to ruin me,
Again,
Not knowing I already left,
They are awaiting for the time to tick,
for the Grave to be settled,
of the only man left to Protect,
Yet they don’t know,
That I know,
of all the Sins that built them,
and the Homes I will wreck,
if I Open my Mouth.