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.
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