Turn the TV Up
By JFarrell
You hear my dad shouting again, drunk;
You’ve heard it before;
You know what comes next;
And what do you do?
Turn the TV up.
You hear the first slap;
My mum screams,
Followed by 2 or 3 muffled thumps;
And what do you do?
Turn the bloody TV up.
You hear him start on the kids, shouts, slaps;
Muffled cries, screams…
Ah, finally, silence, they’ve stopped.
And what do you do?
Turn the f*cking TV up.
You see the bruises on my face the next day,
As you have many times before.
You smile and are polite, as if you don’t know what happened, you are complicit.
What you SHOULD have done, last night,
Was turn the f*cking TV off and call the police.