Dear Brother

You are not a stranger to me. I know of how you made your life a bed of bends and turns to heroism The inks of your writings are of the life of your flesh, birthing immortal words. I know how your name runs down the throat of school children and calenders bore your honour While you left, and fed your mother with hunger and daughter that you held dear to heart. I know you brother, and him, whose footsteps you followed, Your father.