Am I my brothers keeper , beside him will I stand . When I see him falling will I reach out with my hand . Will I stand beside him through battles big and small . Am I the one he always knows will take late night call . Am I the one he speaks to, and knows with me it stays . Will I stand beside him throw all the darkest days . I am my brothers keeper and we won’t stand alone . For we are truely brothers respect that’s set in stone . So if he can not find the strength, when he can’t carry on . Thats when I will carry him , for him I will be strong . I’ll stand with him in battle, I’ll walk with him through pain . I’ll stand with him through thunder storms while welcoming the rain . My friend you are that brother , you are a real true friend . I’m not here a moment , I’m here until the end
AM I MY BROTHER’S KEEPER
if the one issue is murder,
murder’s number one,
let’s ignore “the truth”
“put on this blindfold
listen to my soothing words.
i’m your mama.
no, i’m not pulling your leg.
don’t look at the man behind the curtain
nor the puppeteer.
ignore the split; pretend
it’s a banana split, all pretty.
put a bow on it.
don’t worry; you don’t need to look.”
look the other way.
traffic’s coming;
but it’s not you who gets “hit”
mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, in-laws
missing from the family line.
who cares for those lumped
into a heap of parts;
parts for sale
sell the koolaid
in all its l-o-v-e-l-y hues —
choose is the flavor of the day
obey the almighty parade
of fame and fortune
the “sacrifices” don’t even warrant
a burial plot
1/24/2021
Then the Lord said to Cain, Where is your brother Abel?”
“I don’t know,” he replied. “Am I my brother’s keeper?”
The LORD SAID, “What have you done? LISTEN!
Your brother’s blood cries out to me from the ground.”
Genesis 4:9-10 NIV
Triped,
that’s me standing
Set on all three,
like three sides to a story
The one leg, medial,
is key to fruitfulness
and who would not want to enter,
of the host to whom this step is given?
Is there another door,
one from which lushness sprang?
Triped,
that’s me planting life
The third has more than delight;
it is to fashion a brood for hope
I tread so soft with one leg in a bag;
this is while bliss-searching
These streets we trod, amid treachery,
can cause a life of grief
Triped,
my blueprint to walk as a man
Am I my brothers’ keeper?
Oh yes I am, but not while this triped stand
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