Request by Alder Niis
(The Art of Talking)
His brother said:
Life was made for us
Death was made for them
.
Even with these words
Who would've thought
A little boy
With loving parents
Could believe so completely
In his right to the world's fate
To decide it must break
At his hands?
.
His brother said:
If you aren't a good little brother
A 'D.' will eat you up
.
The monsters that came
To eat naughty children
Was a fairy tale
But the enemies of god
And the terror they brought
Was all too real
They are destined for greatness
(Considering that
This boy is an 'enemy'
He will protect)
.
His brother said:
I will kill anyone
Who thinks themselves better
.
How ironic is it
That were he to have two brothers
Cut from the same cloth
With such blackened hearts
And crackling arrogances
Each would think the other
Worthy of death
.
His brother said:
I will protect you
And anyone who harms you will die
.
But here is a little boy
Already full of tragedy
Yet his heart is not blackened
(As much as he wishes it were)
How could he allow
Someone so like himself
To be killed
Over a little cut?
He will not - he cannot- tell
.
His brother said:
Tears are for the weak
The strong do not cry
.
And yet he's not ashamed
Standing there with tipping vision
Drink and tears tumbling the world
Six months have gone by
No wonder this boy wants no compassion
You have to learn to live somehow
In a world that won't give you any
.
His brother said:
The weak do not get to decide
The manner in which they die
.
He's lying there
The boy has escaped
He's too weak to stand
But he's fine with that
And smiles
Deciding
He never put too much stock
Into what his brother said anyway