My Brother, My Brother

My Brother, My Brother

My Brother,

My Brother.

You come home

to us now.

I ask

not how you died

in a land

so far away.

But how did

you live,

in so short

a stay?

Would we have laughed

at the same silly things?

Would we have

shared a beer

on a hot summer day?

Would we have talked

the talk of dreamers,

and philosophers,

and solved our woes

along the way?

I will never

have the pleasure

to share the things

you may have thought.

You were Lost

to a political agenda

that Human Beings

cannot understand.

Now a plane of people

gaze out the windows

sorrowful

and glad.

Isn’t it sad?

No one they knew.

No one they knew.

But you are

My Brother,

My Brother.

Faceless and nameless

you may be to me.

But i cry for you

still.