Brotherhood Poems

A Bond of Brotherhood

In a bottle's transparent depths,
ants struggled, waves of chaos
each fighting for life,
yet forming a living pyramid,
a reverberation of unity's might.

Some submerged, others held fast,
a coordinated dance of aid
no panic, no selfish haste,
each ant surrendered to the greater fate.

A spoon's gentle rescue came,
ants emerged, one by one,
until one faltered, slipped back
into the water's grasp.

The last ant

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Brother, 
you have the 
strength of a 
dragon and the 
soul of a 
poet. 

I Lie

What the hell is going on?
Do I know?
Hell no, I don’t.
I don’t care either.
I lie.
I do care.
I care very much.
I think perhaps
I care too much.
It hurts.
But isn’t it impossible,
Impossible to care too much?
Is it?
I know
It is possible to care too little.
Perhaps not care at all.
I’ve felt that.
I’ve been there.
No one cared.
No one.
Not even me.
But caring

A Version of Me

There is no strength in fear and flame,
naught but the bitterness of blame,
which leads us all to guilt and shame,
finger pointing and naming names.

Better still our hearts to open,
forgive and live with hope and
honest emotion,
a chain of grace unbroken,
positive words to be spoken,
and put our heart into motion.

Easier though to give anger it’s head,
to wish

Brotherhood Lost

No need or want is greater still
Than that which lacks the higher will
And deems what others hold by right
Be gained by vile abhorrent might
Or lacking cause with common weal
Unhands by wanton treacherous seal
To break the bonds of brotherhood
And serve thyself o'er greater good

Colours!

Those are the colours.
Which binds together, and then
A beautiful background is formed.
Which mesmerizes people.
 
Which blends together
And forms an
Amazing shade
Which is then visible to us.
 
Whatever the shade is
It has never made itself unattractive.
And we still have a fondness for it.
Because it's a piece of art.
 
Humans are also kind of shades.
Who are unique in

Brotherhood

As blood and death flow,
Men stand United. Brothers.
Honorable. Fearless.

Silent Atlas

It's 5:30 AM, sky bruised and quiet,
And he’s there at my feet, my loyal companion,
Eyes bright, no judgment, just need.
Out we go, one steady step, then another,
Field sprawled wide, we chase the edges of dawn.

Back home, the soft hum of her breathing,
Kids' backpacks lined, the day pulls at me
Like a string too tight, ready to

Time to regret in life

Not so done for brotherhood’s good,
Charity nor for truth you’ve stood,
The day you fuss, your failure fret,
That be the time ought ye regret.
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Translation |12.09.2024|life, truth, charity, brotherhood 

Poet’s note: Sanskrit has thousands of verses of wisdom called Subhaashhitam. This one is taken from my selection of translations. One regrets so many things

O, You Impeccable Liar

Banker was known as a righteous man
First at the bank and last to go home
Many trusted his lucrative plans
Emptied the vault and left to parts unknown

O, you impeccable liar
Null and void of honesty
Full of evil and dark desire
And malignant depravity

Man in church spoke of marital tie
Respected by all the brotherhood
Asked his wife to stand 

Believe In The Brotherhood Of Humanity

Don't judge a person
because of the color
of their skin
It's a crime,
barbaric, archaic,
stupid and unrealistic.
Judge a person
by their deeds
and actions,
the way that
they conduct themselves,
the things that they do.
It is absurd
that this has
to be mentioned
in the 21st Century
But it is still relevant,
causes great angst
within my Soul,
is ungodly

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We Come Together, Holding Hands (I)
by Michael R. Burch

We come together, holding hands,
the children of so many lands;
it’s what the day demands.

We come together, seeking peace,
intent of love, our hearts at ease.
We come together, seeking peace;
it’s what the day decrees.

The time is right. The time is now.
We come together, knowing how
the world depends

Brotherhood and Bigotry

Why do we fight,
just cause we don't agree?
Seems like we have enough to 
waste of time and energy.

They made Shylock antagonist
but really he was more right than he was Jew 
for we all have the same eyes to view,
the same organs, senses and affections too.

We're similar in so many ways,
yet we obsess over our differences

Emagi Mason Sound of Brotherhood

R!A K Mason 'SOUND OF BROTHERHOOD'
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The First Murder

The First Murder
"Both of you son's of mine,
    Bring me the fruit and wine!"
Like a cheetah stalking it's prey,
   My brother and I raced outside.
To please our father's heart,
    Not out of fear, but of pure love,
My brother picked fruit from the trees,
    While

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