Watching From the Sidelines
A dysfunctional family
Always yelling
Fights breaking out
But there can be no telling
The mother sits
Acts as if nothing is going on
Watches blood spilt on the carpet
But the marriage goes on
The father is in it
Finds a reason to investigate
Shots questions off
And looks like an ape
The eldest has had his turn
Beating upon his brothers
Turned against him and gets into the brawl
Watching his blood spilt on the carpet
The step has his freedom
No blood, groubeatings
Watches from the sidelines
Glad to have his cockiness without anything
The next one down
Has seen his share of fights
No blood for him either
But some unnerving nights
The smallest has understood
But cannot decide what he should do
Does he go with standing up
Or go with the cockiness too
While the three yearn to yell
They cannot fore he is the only one they have
The mom is so happy and they will not yell
Secrets will come one day to tell the fights they gave
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