We find shelter anywhere we can.
Under the covers,
in each others' arms.
Sibling rivalry quickly becomes sibling camaraderie
as soon as the booms begin.

The voices, the loud bellowing voices.
The words. A dagger to each others heart.
The crashing of anything you can get your hands on.
Little consideration for anything or anyone around you.
But then again, why should you have any consideration?

“This doesnt affect you.
You're not the one that's fighting.
Youre not the one who suffers.
You dont receive the damage.”

Maybe, just maybe the innocent hearts of the young ones should be considered.

But I suppose youre right.
It doesnt affect me.
The tears fall for nothing,
the heart aches in vain.
The shaking body
And shallow breaths of my brother
Those must surely be for nothing.

The worry and anguish
the helplessness
as the blood trickles down your head
or the gashes shine across his body
Those do not affect us.

We do not feel anything, after all.
We do not suffer.