Charades
Nothing is clear, straightforward
When family is involved
Always twisting and turning
Putting on a tragic mask
Spinning tales beyond belief
Innocent faces shrewdly
Manipulating the truth
Of the latest dilemma
Time and again they return
To the nest, birds of prey,
Scavenging bits of carrion
From the elder bird’s larder
Unwilling to fend alone,
Like independent hunters
A dependent generation
Lost in self- fabrication
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