Bothers War & Peace - Poem by Mark Heathcote
Brother, War, says he doesn't care for me
Never has, says even now he despises me
Always has, and laughs out loud at me.
I tell my brother, I don't understand:
Brother, I love you.
But my brother spits like a camel in the sand,
He says, brother, Peace, I don't just despise you.
Brother, Peace, I loathe you.
And I reserve the right to hate you.
You are my sworn, enemy I would dearly like to kill you.
Brother, War, I would gladly lay down my life for you
Tell you I love you, and you say we are, sworn enemies.
Brother, War, tell me what have I done…
What have I done to deserve such a deep animosity?
Brother, Peace, you embarrass me
I cannot abide this or any other concord between us.
You are like air a rainbow, that cannot be, caught
Brother, Peace, you sir is deceitful and cowardly,
But I, on… the other hand, am like the eagle rising above-
I am your lord & master; without my presence, elder
Brother who would appreciate you?
Brother, War, were that you were an eagle on the wind
I would but pluck out those evil feathers, one by one
And like a white dove naked you would plummet,
Praying for land, and longing for love beneath my lodgings.
You would long for a fig-leaf to cover your own
Dishonourable shame, flights of fantasy.
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