Even him that calls himself my brother
keeps taking advantage of me like no other.
Although I’m small and younger
It doesn’t mean I’ve not discovered.
My rightful belongings, he converts by force
my share of the cake, he eats without remorse
he’s supposed to be my brother,
how come his evil has no borders?
Will I call it greed, or should I say hatred
but to him, I show respect and love for a brethren.
If he must be greedy, if he must hate
should it be to me without food on my plate?
I try to tell our father, to get him into action
but he’s always busy buying up more mansion
and even if he was willing to pay me little attention
He’ll do nothing because he does the same to our nation.
Hey,
that was a powerful poem..I loved the lines:
If he must be greedy, if he must hate
should it be to me without food in my plate?
sadly, the oppressed are such an unfortunate lot..discarded n neglected
beautiful…keep writing!