Brother

Brother, how did this happen – how came this tragic strife to be -

this conflict and tragedy almost too awful to comprehend?

Are our mothers not the same, in their love for you and for me?

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Why do we spit such hateful bile, or show ill will to such degree?

If only you would take to heart and to hand the branch I extend,

brother, how did this happen – how came this tragic strife to be?

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Ruins of trust and friendship scattered as rubble and debris,

surely the anguish contained by my heart cannot be penned.

Are our mothers not the same, in their love for you and me?

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How can we ignore this carnage that is so terrible to see?

If only we could make peace, setting aside the need to contend.

Brother, how did this happen – how came this tragic strife to be?

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We were so close once, But now we cannot help but disagree.

All that savage, unadulterated rage from an old friend -

are our mothers not the same, in their love for you and me?

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I hope someday we can come to a place where we can agree,

set all our disagreements behind, rise above, and start to mend.

Brother, how did this happen – how came this tragic strife to be?

Are our mothers not the same, in their love for you and me?