My Brother Makes Me Churn

December 15, 2008
By Anonymous

Sitting there playing with the children
My brother goes unwatched.
His foul acts hidden from our eyes
My brother goes unpunished.
The children’s words are sadly silent
My brother continues his dark secret.
A word is finally muttered though, and now
My brother acts no more.
He rots in prison with all the scum
My brother is finally being punished.
No tears fall for his suffrage
My brother is not loved.
A mark is left on his person now
My brother will never be smiled on again.
Abandoned now he will always be
My brother is no more to me.

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