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Our Brother Was an Idiot

We left our brother in the open out to dry,
Watched as white ants ate their way through his house
It’s not like he stood there and he didn’t try,
But his exterminators were a divided house.

They painted his life in a tragic comedy,
And they cast a fool as him, the Pantomime Villain,
And though he was our brother we called him enemy,
And clapped as some alien played the Greek Hero.

Our loud mouth brother was our own brother,
Our pig headed brother was still our brother,
Our misguided brother tried the only way he knew how,
Our brother trusted us and we stood by and let him fall.

Our brother did not learn from the mistakes of others,
Our brother thought his brothers were unlike Joseph’s brothers,
Our brother was an idiot to think blood was thicker than water,
So maybe our brother is a mirror reflecting our soulless land.

Our brother might have been idiot to dare them,
To build a house of wood next to white ant nests,
But our brother was an even bigger idiot,
To think his other brothers would help fight the pests.

*****August 27, 2011*****



Dedicated to: Brother Gaddafi and the AU

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