The Colour of The Blood

It is a subjugation
one of a blood link
a  strange relation implied
not anyway a wonder.

It is a commitment
apart from the filial
seem a curious paradox

which disengages.

The ambiguity in relationship
as it is to the perceptions
goes on deep in the ribs
possibly, simulating the real.

A look through the lens
finds various propositions
engages not the eye,
befits accurate in the searches.

The unforeseen expositions
show l the east expected convictions
those of which are subjective
and cause a repulsion straight.

The filial relation takes a right about turn
emerges as an outcome of dislike
where the blood is not red anymore
is blue-black contaminated by greed and lust.