A/N: This is a poem I wrote for my language arts class…and we had to have an ironic twist in the last stanza..so beware…I'm not sure who is talking at the end, either ed or al...not sure which so whichever one you would rather it be.
Disclaimer: -drools- Ed and Al...i love them…-wakes up- oh yeah…they're not mine.
Red coat and braided blonde hair
Glistening metal and white glove
Familiar angry yells and heated glare
All that keeps him alive is brotherly love
Suffering through all these years
Hard work bathed in sweat
Behind the tough exterior all the secret fears
And the goal is not reached yet
Wounded spirit, wounded pride
Body of a child and a softer heart
All the pain building inside
He was an adult from the start
I never seem to have much luck
Now all my hard work is in vain
My brother has been squished by a truck
And now he feels no pain
