This Week in: Final Rest Concepts

Another one of our gifted writers has submitted a piece of poetry for this segment.
Now presenting: "My Dearest Brother"

My dearest brother

I see them brother

Out on the streets forcing them to be humble

It seems that to be brash

Is very rash

They all lose their pride

As they begin to cower out their fear.

They are all assailed by this barbarous act

Their saintly illusion

Casts out confusion

As birds are caught and caged

So does the meager and weak

Oh brother they come from the blue

Yet when they leave, they leave no clue

What am I to do brother?

They don’t seem to be bothered

As the children kick and scream

Please tell me this is just a dream.

Here they come oh brother

Don’t even bother

I shall be dead

And my dreams shall have fled.

I lie on their bed of broken dreams

And I am now one of them it seems.

Good bye my brother, good bye…

-Matthew Swenson

Once again another interesting poem from our writers and this writer has been known for his many talents this poem in paticular should help people understand that we still mourn for those lost in the past reguardless of skin tone race or life style. Love one another even those who wrong do you or those you dont fully understand, and harm none.- Talon out