Sister's Harp Poem by S.W. Clark

The Sister's Harp
plays 'Brothers' Ruin'
(an unfamiliar tune)
Without discretion
Leaving close thoughts
with major depression.
The world listens in delight
while brother creeps into twilight.
Why play the chords that tear your kin
just to have others hearts to win.
Protect the things that you cherish,
though your pockets never flourish.
Perish my soul,
but touch not those precious charms.
Keep, destiny, my beloveds from harm.
God forbid should I prosper
if those, loved, I trample over.
God forbid.
Quiet Sister's Harp,
split that beautiful instrument in two
rather than crush the instruments that are dearest to you.