Whether a patri or matriarch arc
over kin in true bond of age and youth,
or in false bondage leaving scarred birthmark,
there breeds living cradle of lies or truth.

Family trauma is born in parent
denial of anger. What child inborn
senses is just loveís mirror inherent,
a parent fears dangerous and baseborn.

This is why one lie leads to a thousand,
this is why an emperor has no clothes,
this is why queen of nightís deceit is legend,
this is what out of mouths of babes echoes.

If without sperm and egg life canít exist,
how can truth, without love and hate, subsist?