Good Man

I try to believe that you’re a good man When your actions say you’re not With tear stained cheeks I’m hopeful Sadly hope is all I’ve got Through every argument where I Defend your hallowed kindness And try to brush it off with thoughts Of your enemies’ bitter blindness But every year and every day I hear more tarnishing tales Of reputation burned through with horrors Yet you’re proud of these secretive tears The strangest, saddest, maddening part Is the difference between me and my peer Where your foolish follies meet with my despair From him are met with cheer Raised in the same nest and fed the same seed Somehow we differ so He sees me and scoffs at my “ignorance” I see him and weep for the habits he shows I hope you’re happy. That you’ve broken my spirit You continue to prove how you’re damned And now my brother, with pride, shall follow your footsteps. And I thought you were a good man.