Brother

Brother

His strong and gentle pose controls his path

Though it twists and turns like a moons full night

Freezing in the moons light catching its wrath

Caught in an overnight for he is my knight

 

Reaching for freedom, stretching his arms wide

Engaged in a fit of rage, steaming

Angrily pursuing his family pride

Armor resting on his shoulders, gleaming

 

Smoke flares up, covering the Earth’s crust

Craters cover the distorted field

Engaging into battle is a must

His shoulders are relaxed, his face concealed

 

The treacherous path home is full of pain

But simple life right here has much to gain

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My country
Our world

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