Filial piety
O! Brother where art thou? Sister, you’ve been slain.
I have rummaged through the heaps of lifeless bodies, searching in vain.
O! Brother, where art thou? I barely remember your name.
Brother, brother, o brother, where art thou?
Can’t you hear my pain?
I swore to mother and father that I would protect you, I have failed them and you, yet again.
Brother, brother, brother where art thou? Upon our name, I bring shame.
Brother, brother, please listen for my cries.
Under blackened skies, through smoke-filled eyes, I look for you in soldier’s guise.
O! Brother, my nostrils have filled with the scent of blood.
I’m sick with nausea and dizzy from fatigue.
O! Brother in this place there is no good.
O! Brother, do not remind me of in what we believe.
For I have rummaged through heaps of lifeless bodies, desperately searching in vain.
So, I think not, upon me He will blame;
If I take this blade and force it into my vein.
Clarke
Thu 13th Dec 2018 08:40
Thanks man. I really appreciate you for reading and your kind words.