My son, I saw a dream last night,
A heartless monster kept coming
With new forms of abuse,
New instruments of torture,
New methods of humiliation.
First, he hit me with abandon,
Then, he snatched my belongings,
Next, he threw me out of house
And finally, returned to stab me.
With fear gripping me hard
And venom covering his face,
He was not easy to recognise,
But will you believe this, my son,
He looked very much like you.