Brother
And then I see him.
Bound to his mistakes,
Regret written across hs smiling lips.
Even in a suit of orange,
His eyes still shine with hope.
The big man speaks.
Argument not heard,
And there he goes..
Without a word.
And then I see him,
Bound to his mistakes,
Regret written across his pursed lips.
Now in a suit of orange,
His eyes glare with anger.
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