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I am filled with such anger
Overflowing hate
And disdain
For the idiocy of my Blood

Where everybody
Keeps their mouth shut
As if that can magically solve everything
That they feel and face

I have lost hope in this family
Considering all that has transpired
The pathetic vow of silence
The flawed rule of seniority

I have begun to hate
Members of my blood
One after the other
For their continuous transgressions

While they are tolerated
To avoid confrontation
Liquor-filled meetings
And men filled with hot air

Words and instructions
That they cannot do themselves
Instead passed on to siblings
That they treat as doormats

Empty threats and hopes of leaving
Holding on to a past glory
From our provider who passed away
Basking in pride that only few had earned

You all sicken me
Just as I sicken myself
For being afflicted
By the very disease I complain about