Ah! It hurts you know.
Hurts the heart to be not known.
To be caught between the power of will to dominate.
Caught between the matriarchs, the patriarchs.
The sometimes on top.
The sometimes underneath.
We were all there.
We all bore witness.
Witness to a world of being in-between.
The who is wrong, the who is right.
The who is high, the who is low.
Ah! It hurts you know.
Hurts like a dagger through the heart -
This being in-between the battles.
Swaying in the nether regions
of the rearranging wars.
Tore the heart apart.
Created a commotion of emotion.
Shocked the wonder of the mother line.
The father line too.
The Rearranging Wars
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