To You, Brother

Jungle ape, they called you in those days Vindication you handed them these days with your gorilla-like acts guerilla they call it now I think very homonymic that is don't you think Have you a mould in that brain? Or why pull the trigger against a brother for what is this hullabaloo? I wonder when you ravage this home you call your own and deny us insight to her gentle face by the mist you make over this calm lake. The justice you seek, you ruin when you lance that shell. A mess you now make of this tidy abode. To you, brother What if you lay those arms down and meet me at the hall, down at the table we shall fashion a prosperous new fashion.