Family Poem by Abubakar Aliyu

A tree with many branches,
Chosen by Nature,
With love we aren't born,
Differences quite do exist,
Against an external force?
Together we always stand,
Family feuds, rage...
The psychological Art and craft,
The Devil's Evil handwork.
Severe become the mighty Bond,

Among us;
Sometimes we cant even stomach a peaceful talk...
We misunderstood.
Point a finger Not,
Who knows?
If that scene is the last?