Turmoil looms over private skies Thick with fog firmly affixed to a bedroom ceiling Though squinting escapes clarity's eyes Of love and hate in the brotherly cloud of feelings Of flesh and blood consumed with rage Over jealous tirades turned warriors gun As woeful stains turn the scrapbook page On a mothers memories of her sons Must steps so steep decline to this For boys to prove they're men To stand a savior when comes a crisis Yet left but a splinter his heart he'll rend One brute one tongue thrice will leave A mothers love the referee Her tug-rope heart torn from anxiety Caught in the crossfire of sibling rivalry A crystal tear center stage On the battleground that began with play So it falls till you reach that age When you learn the wisdom of walking away