The Life and Soul Of Mr McKenzi

Mr McKenzi is my name

My life that was, was no game

It started off when I was three

My dad was chasing after me

My mother was there all battered and worn

She just stood there her dress all torn

To hear the footsteps getting louder

My mother scared that he might find her

The heavy blow to her face

And the look on his had no disgrace

That's it she said, I just can't cope

She tried to hang herself by the rope

My father came and saw her there

And dragged her down by her hair

The sound of him dragging her down the stairs

The tears were rolling down in pairs

I ran over ahead to have a look

To find him beating her with a book

I ran down to help my mum

But he turned around called me dumb

“Right” he said, “come hear you”

And started to beat me with a shoe

When he was in bed and fast asleep

My mum looked round and had a peep

She looked at me with tears and all

“Sorry” she said and left the hall

I heard her creeping down the stairs

And heard her say that no one cares

I heard a type of clanking sound

A thump as she fell to the ground

I remember that night I saw her there

All curled up with blood in her hair

Lying beneath the kitchen draw

Her motionless body against the floor

I would never see my mum again

But now she'll never cry in pain

She's gone to the place that I know best

The place where she can get some rest

Whereas I went off to a better place

With social services in my grace

With new surroundings and a new school

A house equipped with a swimming pool

And now, I'm afraid, it's time to go

I hope this story didn't make you low

It's over now, never again shall it be
The story that started from when I was three