My Brother and I
We are the same.
My brother and I.
So what causes such an outcry?
Upon my brother's return.
We are the same.
My brother and I.
So why am I hailed a hero?
Upon my return.
We are the same.
My brother and I.
I am a vicious man.
My brother is a vicious man.
We are the same.
My brother and I.
My brother is in shackles.
I am smothered in medals.
My brother killed two.
I killed two hundred.
That is where we differ.
My brother and I.
Murder is a sin of the very worst kind.
Unless you murder in large numbers.
In your country's name.
Copyright © Michael Walker | Year Posted 2013
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