On the early morning they stand to wait for the nightmare of the ending month for the day is coming. That day when we left our mothers arms and came to be the carer of ourselves. We bared poisoned fruits one after the other every five years. Each one with a stronger dose. The man responsible for our departure from our mother is no longer here to see over us like he promised. No instead he left beasts in man clothing. Only allowing their evil doing to escape their thick Fred and cloth excuse for sophistication. Each one representing a part of our life in our home. Our country. For what they do will not be left unseen because. We may not see him or hear him but we will always see the effects of him and when in time comes for him to eradicate the poison fruit which we bare. He will gladly do so for he will not see us suffer anymore.