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Holy Wars... The Punishment Due

Brother will kill brother
Spilling blood across the land
Killing for religion
Something i don't understand
Fools like me, who cross the sea
And come to foreign lands
Ask the sheep, for their beliefs
Do you kill on god's command?
A country that's divided
Surely will not stand
My past erased, no more disgrace
No foolish naive stand
The end is near, it's crystal clear
Part of the master plan
Don't look now to israel
It might be your homelands
Holy wars
Upon my podium, as the
Know it all scholar
Down in my seat of judgement
Gavel's bang, uphold the law
Up on my soapbox, a leader
Out to change the world
Down in my pulpit as the holier
Than-thou-could-be-messenger of god

song performed by by Megadeth
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Holy War...The Punishment Due

Brother will kill brother
Spilling blood across the land
killing for religion
Something i don't understand
Fools like me, who cross the sea
And come to foreign lands
Ask the sheep, for their beliefs
Do you kill on God's command?
A country that's divided
Suerely will not stand
My past erased, no more disgrace
No foolish naive stand
The end is near, it's crystal clear
Part of the master plan
Don't look now to Israel
It might be your homelands
Holy wars
Upon my podium, as the
Know it all scholar
Down in my seat of judgement
Gavel's bang, uphold the law
Up on my soapbox, a leader
Out to change the world
Down in my pulpit as the holier
Than-thou-could-be-messenger of God
Wage the war on organized crime
Sneak attacks, repel down the rocks
Behind the lines
Some people risk to employ me
Some people live to destroy me
Either way they die
The killed my wife, and my baby
With hopes to enslave me
First mistake.....last mistake!
Paid by the alliance, to slay all the giants
Next mistake.....no more mistakes!
Fill the cracks in, with judical granite
Because I don't say, i don't mean it I ain't
Thinkin' it
Next thing you know, they'll take my thoughts away
I know what i said, now i must scream of the overdose
And the lack of mercy killings

song performed by by Megadeth
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Holy Wars...

Brother will kill brother
Spilling blood across the land
Killing for religion
Something I dont understand
Fools like me,who cross the sea
And come to foreign lands
Ask the sheep,for their beliefs
Do you kill on gods command?
A country thats divided
Surely will not stand
My past erased,no more disgrace
No foolish naive stand
The end is near,its crystal clear
Part of the master plan
Dont look now to israel
It might be your homelands
Holy wars
Upon my podium,as the
Know it all scholar
Down in my seat of judgement
Gavels bang,uphold the law
Up on my soapbox,a leader
Out to change the world
Down in my pulpit as the holler
Than-thou-could-be-messenger of god
Wage the war on organized crime
Sneak attacks,repel down the rocks
Behind the lines
Some people risk to employ me
Some people live to destroy me
Either way they die
They killed my wife,and my baby
With hopes to enslave me
First mistake...last mistake|
Paid by the alliance,to slay all the giants
Next mistake...no more mistakes|
Fill the cracks in,with judicial granite
Because I dont say it,dont mean I aint
Thinkin it
Next thing you know,theyll take my thoughts away
I know what I said,now I must scream of the overdose
And the lack of mercy killings

song performed by by Megadeth
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Gavel And Cost!

has it always been easier
to kill your brother than
to listen to your brother?

that which we kill for
fades with time,
and is lost...

the gods we worship,
printed in denominations,
shipped in barrels!

who are we lying to?
we dig graves like
we're burying treasure.

morality driven by profit,
profit at the expense of...
we drench the streets of hell

with urine and holy dogma!
the faces in the mirror,
both gavel and cost!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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An Influential Leader

We need today an influential leader, for a nation that has gone awry,
A man who cares much deeper, about The Lord, who reigns on High,
Who is guided in all his choices, by The Creator, who rules the skies,
And not moved by political voices, causing the country sure demise.

We need a leader who is not afraid, to stand upon the Word of God,
Marching not in the political parade, but, led by God’s staff and rod,
This to lead this now divided nation, a country which all truly cherish,
Back to God’s sure Revelation, before, as a people we surely perish.

We need a leader of more courage, who will rise up and take a stand,
Pointing all, to their blessed heritage, all across this prosperous land,
A man made of truth and integrity, who stands behind his moral guns,
Through each town and every city, long after, for office this man runs.

He will need character and fortitude, to lead a nation that’s so diverse,
For, with such a divided multitude, things ahead could only get worse.
He needs a vision sound and clear, to reach all the country as a whole,
To comfort those who fall into fear, as it speaks to this country’s soul.

A leader with God’s righteousness, who will choose to do what’s right,
To take us out of this moral mess, to lead us from darkness into light.
A leader to move the hearts of men, clear across the land that we trod,
So all of the people can say again, truly we are one nation under God.

poem by Bob Gotti
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Killing Time

Everybodys going somewhere
See how they stand in line
All complaining their lives are unfair
Too bad for them, too bad for mine
(its the killing time) from now till then
(killing time), not knowing when
Theyre watching me, Im watching them
Standing by the empty mine
(killing time)
Its a killing time
I know it well
Killing time
Until the bell
Too late to change, too soon to tell
And in between, the killing time
(killing time) giving me hell
Up above the stars still shine
Through the poverty and grime
Of the empty streets below
Killing time, nowhere to go
(killing time)
Tell me, brother whats the plan?
Will I be a working man?
And occupy my idle mind
Or kill the time I knew so well
(killing time) giving me hell
Still I can smile at what I see
Soap operas full of vanity
So much wealth and property
Side by side with petty crime
Is that all lifes meant to be?
Commercials full of luxuries
A man has one, a cat has nine
And in between its killing time
(killing time)
Its a killing time
I know it well
Too late to change
Too soon to tell
Still I can smile at what I find
Waiting round and killing time
Bite the bullet
Help me through it
These lunatics will take my mind
Why cant life be more sublime
Than all of this waste and killing time
Killing time
I know it well
Its the killing time

song performed by by Kinks
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The Vengeful Poem

you ask if you can burn
a house
then to answer it
you burned one

the family house
where your mom died a week ago
was ashed

you father left
unable to stand you

you handed your arms
they will not take it
they confess
they still love you

when the police officer charged you with arson
they put you in a place where no one knows you
they still protect
as their own brother by blood

all that you have in mind is an escape
you want to burn another house

one day

you told the man next door that you can kill him
he told your brother
who asked you about your scheme
of your first premeditated murder

you said you want to try if you can really kill a man
with your bare hands

you have become uncontrollable

now a lesson must be given to you

you will be captured in this poem
it is inside a rectangular perimeter

there is no exit

now our world shall be calm
and it will be peaceful upon its bed of grass

because
this poem also knows how to kill

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Muttallab my brother

Muttallab my brother,
I believe I can call you that
Though you are now a global outcast
Rejected by family, religion, race, and earth inhabitants
I call you brother, though you didn’t win an orange,
Booker or noble peace prize
Instead you failed to detonate a liquid bomb
In your underpants
Saving your life and hundreds others

Muttallab my brother,
I believe I can call you that
Though the memories of the Biafran war,
Incessant religious killing in the north
With our mother’s children always the victim,
Threatens to tear the fabric of our society.

Muttallab my brother
Though the world will question my integrity
for calling you a brother at a time as this,
But i have always loved the rejected and condemned,
i never forget to remember the forgotten
Like ironsi, ifeajunna, and nzeogwu,
And have made many enemies of men my friend,
Che Guevara, Stephen Biko, Saro Wiwa, even Lucifer
Because my love questions none’s race,
religion or political agenda
but the height of your sacrifice
what you denied yourself for the sake of others

Muttallab my brother,
who are you truly,
Nigerian or yemenian?
Tribal provocations and religious riots
Gives us opportunity for shallow mass graves
But we are peace lovers,
And Thousands of our children die in the nations of others
Promoting peace in their lands
from Darfur, Freetown to Monrovia

Muttallab my brother, even though I call you brother
I condemn the killing of innocents
I condemn every act of war, or terrorism
I condemn religious crisis or killing in the name of Allah or Jehovah

your conscience now carry the weight
Of the condemnation of your
150 million half brothers
Whom you never considered
as you set out on your vengeful mission

Why did you try to do it
for Islam? Islam is a religion of peace
and for Misunderstanding the Quran,
for your soul Muslims grieve,
to spite your father?
Did he fail to respond to your emotional
and psychological needs?
For middle east crisis?
Maybe you know sides of the story
better than most of us
who sit at home and never bother to understand
why God only Comes to Afghanistan to weep
and demons have chosen Jerusalem as the
city of conflict between Israel and palestine

Or do you just hate the world
for making injustice so permanent
That you abhor being a part of yourself and others
That chose not to love
the faith that you have loved more than yourself

Muttallab my brother, I call you brother
Because i sympathize with you,
And know how it feels like to feel like dying for others,
Because my corpse would be rotten
If my death will correct mistakes of my Nation,
And its sins and debt to be forgiven it
By its citizens whom its leaders have raped with Injustice

I believe in sacrifice, Muttallab my brother
But you chose the wrong people to kill
And maybe the wrong reason to die,
For I honestly know
that Allah and Jehovah doesn’t hate each other in Heaven
I do not believe with you that suicide is right
But I know how it feels to die just to be able to live.

Only Allah can judge perfectly
the reasons that inspired your dream
and motivated your intent to kill
your self and innocent others
just to spite an enemy, you would have chosen to love
love your enemy as yourself,
is that written in any of the book of faith?
Oh It must be lost now in the missing scriptures?
And Alas all I can say is the messenger is truly not important
but the message, and we all, lets correct our mistakes
Just like Muttallab my brother who truly regret.

poem by Cookie Iwuoha
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Revolution Of Freedom For The Innocents Of Our Land

You hear the cries of many
As they cry to be free from all that is

The wars of human kind
Lay desolate to our lands

The dictatorship of life
Affects all of us in life

But how do we stand up
To the wars that kill our land

Innocent lives are many
Wasted upon the ground of life

Can you ignore the blood shed?
Of so many lost souls of war

Then one soul stands alone
Tired of the chaos of this world

And stands for the freedom
Of innocents of our land

THE MOMENTEM STARTS AS ONE
A voice that needs to be heard

Believe what you say
And mean every single word

If you believe in life
Then lay down the weapons of war

If you believe in love
Then accept human's beliefs for what they are

If you believe in peace
Then accept all races all religions
As equals in this world

If you believe in all of the above
Then you're a special human being

Never doubt your word
Never doubt who you are
Speak up for all those innocents
If this is what you believe

poem by Kaila George
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Sleeping for the Flag

When our boys come home in triumph, brother,
With the laurels they shall gain;
When we go to give them welcome, brother,
We shall look for you in vain.
We shall wait for your returning, brother,
Though we know it cannot be;
For your comrades left you sleeping, brother,
Underneath a southern tree.

Sleeping to waken
In this weary world no more;
Sleeping for your true-lov'd country, brother,
Sleeping for the flag you bore.

You were the first on duty, brother,
When "to arms" your leader cried--
You have left the ranks forever, brother,
You have laid your armies aside.
From the awful scenes of battle, brother,
You were set forever free,
When your comrades left you sleeping, brother,
Underneath that southern tree.

You have cross'd the clouded river, brother,
To the mansions of the best,
"When the wicked cease from troubling," brother,
"And the weary are at rest."
Surely we would not recall you, brother,
But the tears flow fast and free,
When we think of you sleeping, brother,
Underneath a southern tree.

poem by Henry Clay Work
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The God Song

Catch the beat out-o-on the street (oh no-no!)
Another visionary slick solution
Strap on a gun, start a revolution
Another brilliant master plan
In from the street, mouth sat in a seat (no-no!)
He point the finger at the whole world out there
Beat the drum - for mr accusation
The hypocritical superman
Sing hallelujah o-e-o
Sing hallelujah yea-yea-yea-yea
The man got a plan, got a plan, got a plan yea
He call love
The man got a plan, got a plan, got a plan yea
He call l-o-v-e
Catch the beat out-o-on the street (oh no-no!)
I hear political resolutions
Cast the vote - launch another scape goat
Into the bosom of the promised land
Stand and fight, kill for what is right (oh no-no!)
Justify another execution
Try me on build another big one
And we can celebrate the final plan
Sing hallelujah o-e-o
Sing hallelujah yea-yea-yea-yea
The man got a plan, got a plan, got a plan yea
He call love
The man got a plan, got a plan, got a plan yea
He call l-o-v-e
Sing hallelujah o-e-o
Sing hallelujah yea-yea-yea-yea
The man got a plan, got a plan, got a plan yea
He call love
The man got a plan, got a plan yea
He call l-o-v-e

song performed by by Underworld
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Thrash

Catch the beat out-o-on the street (Oh no-no!)
Another visionary slick solution
Strap on a gun, start a revolution
Another brilliant master plan
In from the street, mouth sat in a seat (No-no!)
He point the finger at the whole world out there
Beat the drum - for Mr Accusation
The hypocritical superman
Sing hallelujah o-e-o
Sing hallelujah yea-yea-yea-yea
The man got a plan, got a plan, got a plan yea
He call love
The man got a plan, got a plan, got a plan yea
He call L-O-V-E
Catch the beat out-o-on the street (Oh no-no!)
I hear political resolutions
Cast the vote - launch another scape goat
Into the bosom of the promised land
Stand and fight, kill for what is right (Oh no-no!)
Justify another execution
Try me on build another big one
And we can celebrate the final plan
Sing hallelujah o-e-o
Sing hallelujah yea-yea-yea-yea
The man got a plan, got a plan, got a plan yea
He call love
The man got a plan, got a plan, got a plan yea
He call L-O-V-E
Sing hallelujah o-e-o
Sing hallelujah yea-yea-yea-yea
The man got a plan, got a plan, got a plan yea
He call love
The man got a plan, got a plan yea
He call L-O-V-E

song performed by by Underworld
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To A Younger Brother

it does not matter if you shout at me
or even plan to kill me
it does not matter if you leave me
or take all that i have
it does not matter matter if you lose
whatever you take from me

if you come back i will still be here
waiting for you
to give you what you need
to heal what is broken within you
to cheer you up
to let you stand up again
and be a man yourself

for i have given my word to Mama
for i will not lie before Papa's grave
for i am your older brother
and i was born to take care of you
my younger brother

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Promised

what,
Is it to say-what i am going to say?
I don't know.
But
the died dreams
will not wish canan lands,
blood of the child,
who doesn't know-
who are you,
and who he was him self.
Ever-It is their plight,
to be cruzified.
Since the god
decided to throw them
to deserts.
But that old truth,
older than the holly lands,
older than books,
and the prophets.
Our father,
my, your, and their-
his seeds on two wombs,
brother-we are one,
Think before you take the gun,
and before the cries of
innocent childen.
Before you fight for your religion/nation.
your brother is
killed by your arms,
she is your sister,
who begged to her child.
You may be jew,
you may be muslim,
or christian,
but you are killing your own blood for centuries.
For what?
Which god told you-
that this is for the faith?
He didn't called us
Jew, muslim or christian.
Dear my brother,
shall we stop?
For our children,
for their dream to live.

poem by Muhammad Mirash
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Paschandale

(SmithHarris)
In a foreign field he lay
Lonely soldier, unknown grave
On his dying words he prays
Tell the world of Paschendale
Relive all that he's been through
Last communion of his soul
Rust your bullets with his tears
Let me tell you 'bout his years
Laying low in a blood filled trench
Kill tim 'til my very own death
On my face I can feel the falling rain
Never see my friends again
In the smoke, in the mud and lead
Smell the fear and the feeling of dread
Soon be time to go over the wall
Rapid fire and the end of us all
Whistles, shouts and more gun fire
Lifeless bodies hang on barbed wire
Battlefield nothing but a bloody tomb
Be reunited with my dead friends soon
Many soldiers eighteen years
Drown in mud, no more tears
Surely a war no-one can win
Killing time about to begin
Home, far away
From the war, a chance to live again
Home, far away
But the war, no chance to live again
The bodies of ours and our foes
The sea of death it overflows
In no man's land, God only knows
Into jaws of death we go
Crucified as if on a cross
Allied troops they mourn their loss
German war propaganda machine
Such before has never been seen
Swear I heard the angels cry
Pray to god no more may die
So that people know the truth
Tell the tale of Paschendale
Cruelty has a human heart
Every man does play his part
Terror of the men we kill
The human heart is hungry still
I stand my ground for the very last time
Gun is ready as I stand in line
Nervous wait for the whistle to blow
Rush of blood and over we go
Blood is falling like the rain
Its crimso

song performed by by Iron Maiden
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The Very Last Day

Everybody's gunna pray,
On the very last day,
When they hear that bell,
Ring the world away,
Everybody's gunna pray to the heavens on the judgement day.
Well you sing the great King David,
Andy you preach about the wisdom of Saul,
But the judgement falls on all mankind,
When the trumpet sounds are called,
All people live the same,
When The Lord he calls your name,
Get ready brothers for that day,
Everybody's gunna pray,
On the very last day,
When they hear that bell,
Ring the world away,
Everybody's gunna pray to the heavens on the judgement day.
Well someday soon all men will stand,
His words will be heeded in all the land,
Then men shall know and men shall see,
We all are brothers and we all are free,
Mankind was made of clay,
Each of us in the very same way,
Get ready brothers for that day
Everybody's gunna pray,
On the very last day,
When they hear that bell,
Ring the world away,
Everybody's gunna pray to the heavens on the judgement day.
When the law is given and the law is known,
The tale is told and the seed is sown,
From dust we came and to dust we'll go,
We know, The Lord once told us so,
Each brother take his hand,
Heed the meaning of The Lords command,
Get ready brother for that day
Everybody's gunna pray,
On the very last day,
When they hear that bell,
Ring the world away,
Everybody's gunna pray to the heavens on the judgement day,
Judgement day
Judgement day
Judgement day

song performed by by Hollies
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Caravan Of Love

Ooh...ooh...ooh..
Ooh...ooh...ooh..
Are you ready for the time of your life
It's time to stand up and fight
(It's alright) It's alright (It's alright, it's alright)
Hand in hand we'll take a caravan
To the motherland
One by one we're gonna stand with the pride
One that can't be denied
(Stand up, stand up, stand up, stand up)
From the highest mountain, and valley low
We'll join together, with hearts of gold
Now the children of the world can see
There's a better way for us to be
The place where mankind was born
Is so neglected and torn... torn apart
Every woman, every man
Join the caravan of love (Stand up, stand up, stand up)
Everybody take a stand
Join the caravan of love
I'm your brother
I'm your brother, don't you know
I'm your brother
I'm your brother, don't you know
We'll be living in a world of peace
In a day when everyone is free
We'll bring the young and the old
Won't you let your love flow from your heart
Every woman, every man
Join the caravan of love (Stand up, stand up, stand up)
Everybody take a stand
Join the caravan of love
I'm your brother
I'm your brother, don't you know
I'm your brother
I'm your brother, don't you know
Now the children of the world can see
There's a better for us to be
The place where mankind was born
Is so neglected and torn... torn apart
Every woman, every man
Join the caravan of love (Stand up, stand up, stand up)
Everybody take a stand
Join the caravan of love
Are you ready for the time of your life
(Are you re

song performed by by Isley Brothers
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Answers

What is the end of each man's toil,
Brother, O Brother?
A handful of dust in a bit of soil-
His name forgotten as centuries roll,
Though blazoned to-day on Glory's scroll;
For the lordliest work of brain or hand
Is only an imprint made on sand;
When the tidal wave sweeps over the shore
It is there no more,
Brother, my Brother.

Then what is the use of striving at all,
Brother, O Brother?
Because each effort or great or small
Is a step on the long, long road that leads
To the Kingdom of Growth on the River of Deeds:
And that is the kingdom no man can gain
Till he uses his hand and his mind and brain,
And when he has used them and learned control
He finds his soul,
Brother, my Brother.

And after he finds it, what is the end,
Brother, O Brother?
Upward ever its course and trend;
For this is the purpose and aim and plan
To seek in the soul for the Super-man-
The man who is conscious that Heaven is near-
A bulletin bearer from There to Here,
Finding God dwells in the spirit within
Where He ever has been,
Brother, my Brother.

And what will the God-man do when He comes,
Brother, O Brother?
He will better the world or in courts or slums,
He will do in gladness his nearest duty:
He will teach the religion of love and beauty
In field or factory, mine or mart,
While He tells the world of the larger part
And the wider life that is yet to be
When spirit is free,
Brother, my Brother.

When spirit is free, then where will it go,
Brother, O Brother?
Its uttermost summit no man may know,
For it goes up to God in His holy Tower
To gather more knowledge and force and power;
Like a ray of the sun it shall shine again
To brighten new planets and races of men.
Life had no beginning, life has no end,
Brother and friend-
Brother, my Brother.

poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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It Better End Soon - 4th

Can't stand it no more
The people dying
Crying for help for so many years
But nobody hears
Better end soon my friend
It better end soon my friend
Can't take it no more
The people hating
Hurting their brothers
They don't understand
They can't understand
Better end soon my friend
It better end soon
Hey, everybody
Won't you just look around
Can't anybody see?
Just what's going down
Can't you take the time?
Just to feel
Just to feel what is real
If you do
Then you'll see that we got a raw deal
They're killing everybody
I wish it weren't true
They say we got to make war
Or the economy will fall
But if we don't stop
We won't be around no more
They're ruining this world
For you and me
The big heads of state
Won't let us be free
They made the rules once
But it didn't work out
Now we must try again
Before they kill us off
No more dying!
No more killing
No more dying
No more fighting
We don't want to die
No, we don't want to die
Please let's change it all
Please let's make it all
Good for the present
And better for the future
Let's just love one another
Let's show peace for each other
We can make it happen
Let's just make it happen
We can change this world
Please let's change this world
Please let's make it happen for our children
For our women
Change the world
Please make it happen
Come on
Come on
Please
Come on
It's up to me
It's up to you
So let's do it now
Yeah
Do it now
Can't stand it no more
The people cheating
Burning each other
They know it ain't right
How can it be right
Better end soon my friend
It better end soon my friend

song performed by by Chicago
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The Blood That Binds...

More than the blood of my blood. He is my friend,
my rock...my brother.

Brother, in times of need, never judging, always there.

My Brother, could, would, always make things right.

Brother, never made much ado, about the task at
hand...he just did it.

Brother, who lifted me, when I was down.

Brother, who brought the laughter, amid the pain.

Brother, the word he never spoke...was 'no'.

Brother, who had the answers, to my questions.

Brother, who by example, did walk the path of right.

Brother, in all my years...in all my life, never have
I met another...like my loving brother.

poem by Joe Fazio
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To My Brother...

More than the blood of my blood. He is my friend,
my rock...my brother.

Brother, in times of need, never judging, always there.

My Brother, could, would, always make things right.

Brother, never made much ado, about the task at
hand...he just did it.

Brother, who lifted me, when I was down.

Brother, who brought the laughter, amid the pain.

Brother, the word he never spoke...was 'no'.

Brother, who had the answers, to my questions.

Brother, who by example, did walk the path of right.

Brother, in all my years...in all my life, never have
I met another...like my loving brother.

poem by Joe Fazio
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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