Brother, who is to blame
for teaching us the game
where in order to survive
you advance and strike?
Who has taught us of devotion
that may as well turn into passion
once you play your cards right
and some give up the fight?
Who has told us that growing
was any lover to ease the pain
despite of us forever knowing
truth can never be slain?
Who has showed us the forbidden
by taking all else away
but the solace of the driven
easily put on display?
Who has made you, brother
to be like no other
in what by any way existed
for us just and pure, for them twisted?
24/01/2017
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