Possibly a Chess Game

I stray far when there are others

When there are others in the way I love to know

I know things that they do not but yet it seems

So that bangs in the night make violence

They are rather violence but no one is ever safe

When the belligerence is within the family

He hates us he hates us brother

No he is under control

But he hates us he hates us brother

There is nothing we can do but lay down and be beaten like small dogs

I accept the punishment

How my ears burn when he spits in them and how my mouth waters at the sight of the trenches

I wish to spray my silhouette in other disregard to the violence

He hurts us brother

No arms for you no arms just a tulip possibly a chess game…

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