Brother Poem by Ragy Sandid

Why don’t we just hate each other?
Isn't that easier my brother?
Instead of this game of just pretending
That seems never beginning, never ending

I was born younger. That’s not my fault
If you thought last one comes first, that’s your default
Remember that you stayed and you left
I’m sorry if you think on your part that’s my theft

Now the tables are turned, you’re rich, I’m poor
That’s not how it started out, that’s not how it was before
But that’s ok. You have every right to flaunt
After all, I’m everything you’re not

And I live in the warmth of such things. They’re just not cold
You may call modesty weakness and rudeness bold
But that’s choice. I choose to call them by a dictionary name
And if you don’t like it, to each his own, that’s just about the same

We share a father, a mother a memory and some of those drops
We need to share a feeling that eventually every now and then pops
You say you love me and do for me the things that I don’t
But when you do those things, it seems that love is the only thing you won’t.