If you love someone and if you dare
Working hard from morning till the midnight
Thinking that all the loved ones never care
If you broke your neck they wouldn’t mind

They would help you ease your burden 
They would try to make things right
They did once, but burned in anger
You insulted and threw them flight

If I wrote those words which you have told them
All those madness slangs and verbal puke you did
All those hits and slaps which you delivered
I would surely be embarrassed of my deed

You remember every wrong they’ve done
And impatience of yours is growing strong
Hey, don’t mind that I will give you gun
So you’ll shoot them once before they reach the phone 

You are not alone, like many others
They have lots excuses for themselves
One of them “My life is harder than the others”
So it is ok to spit the bile open them”.

Armored with the moral rights for their foul actions
And considering ones’ own privilege
They shut the door for rights of loved ones
Destroying dignity and self respect

This poem, I don’t think you’d read it
But if you did, you might have said
The guys like you would never get it
Would never learn and understand

I did my work, and what the hell you’ve done?!
What rights you have to criticize me, dick?!
I raised you nitwit with my own arms
You’re dog and dirty nasty pig!

You have no rights to speak those things about me 
But I have ones to scream and yell at you
You’ve never done a thing right you never helped me
I’ll not forgive you for that I’ll never do”

If only you would let the loved ones ease your pain 
If only you would start to wait and listen
You life would be much better friend
To blame and hurt would not be any reason

You worked so hard but still neglect importance
Of kindness, patience, forgiveness, and love
Instead the hatred and bitterness for others
Have made your life and life of close ones tough

So carry on the way your whim dictates you
Spit, scream aloud, beat, and yell
One thing: the place where all that happen
Is not called heaven, its called hell