My Brother After the War
My older brother
Feels like another
Since back from the war
He's not very happy any more
Ryan is always stressed
He now has a wound on his chest
He's not the same
What a shame
So I say bye
Ryan you're a new guy
My Brother After the War
My older brother
Chrisjan commented on My Brother After the War
12-06-2020
Len commented on My Brother After the War
10-30-2020
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
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