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  81.     

Brothers O' Mine

Brothers o' mine, brothers o' mine,
All the world over, from pole to pole
All of them brothers of mine and thine
Every wondering, blundering soul.
Banded together by grace divine,
Brothers o' mine, brothers o' mine.

Good Brother Green at the service sat
Sat in the chapel and bowed his head;
Praying most fervently into his hat;
Bending his knee when The Word was read.
For good Brother Green was a godly man
A godly keristian; and what be more,
He loved all sinners, and carefully ran
A worldy and prosperous grocery store.

'Brothers o' mine, brothers o' mine,'
Quoted the preacher, with dolorous drone:
'The Lord He hath given thee all that is thine.
Love ye not gold for itself alone.
E'er to the fallen thy mercy incline,
Love thou thy neighbour! O, brothers o' mine.'

Good comrade Hal in the tavern sat
Sat in the tavern and tossed his head,
Tilting a glass to the brim of his hat;
Bending his arm when the toast was said.
But comrade Hal was a godless man
A godless sinner; and what be more,
He loved good liquor, and carelessly ran
A long, long bill at the grocery store.

'Brother o' mine, brother o' mine,'
Shouted the tippler in riotous tone,
'Toiled thou, and sweated for all that is thine;
But love not gold for itself alone.
Gold bringeth gladness and red, red wine.
Fill up another! O, brother o' mine.'

Every Sabbath, since childhood years,
Good Brother Green at the service sat
A traveller stern in this vale of tears
Breathing his piety into his hat;
Praying for guidance and praying for light;
Vowing unworthiness more and more;
With a nice warm feeling that all was right
With the business of Green's Cash Grocery Store.

'Brothers o' mine, brothers o' mine,'
Turn not away from thy brother in sin.
Afar let the light of your righteousness shine,
A beacon to gather the wanderer in.
Lovers of wickedness, lovers of wine,
All,' said the worshipper, 'brothers o' mine.'

Every Sabbath, since childhood's years,
Comrade Hal in the tavern sat
A rioter gay in this vale of tears,
Tilting his glass to the brim of his hat;
Drinking from morn to the fall of night;
Vowing good-fellowship more and more;
With a nice warm feeling that all was right,
And a curse for the bill at the grocery store.

Brothers o' mine, brothers o' mine,
Seek ye a pew or a pewter to-day?
Where is the brotherhood vaunted divine
Here, in the tavern - or over the way?
Drink is a snare, and a mocker is wine;
But the world? - Nay, forget it, O brothers o' mine!

Monday morn, with a soul for work,
Good Brother Green stood rubbing his hands
Rubbing his hands with an oily smirk;
Seeking the trade a good name commands.
Came there a widow who pleaded for time
For a month, for a week! Ah, what would it mean!
'Sell up her sticks. This pretence is a crime!
And business is business,' quoth good Brother Green.

Brothers o' mine, brothers o' mine!
Cover your drunkenness, cover your spite!
Brother in piety, brother in wine
Are we a brotherhood? Lord give us light!
Lover of cant, or the lover of wine
Which lov'st thou of these brothers o' thine?

Heavy and dull on the Monday morn,
Comrade Hal went rubbing his head
Rubbing his head with an air forlorn;
Seeking the tavern where wine is red.
Passed he a beggar who aid invoked.
'Catch, then, brother,' he merely cried,
Spinning a coin as he smiled and joked.
'Now I go thirsty,' the tippler sighed.

Brothers o' mine, brothers o' mine
Brothers in purple, brothers in rags
Who can the bonds of your kin define?
Plead ye beggars, and jest ye wags!
'Nay, beggar brother, why dost thou whine?
All these good people are brothers o' thine.'
 
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

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  82.     

I Call You Brother.

I hope you can hear me well brother,
This jungle is not enough to hide you brother.
Oooh! Brother.

My brother,
Try to repent before one day.
When there will be no excuse,
When everyone wants to save himself.
When nobody cares for anyone,
Oooh! Brother wake up.

Try your best brother,
Dont be among the victims of tomorrow,
Dont be among those who will regret,
Dont be among those who will cry for their deeds.
Oooh! Brother, think well.

Oh! Brother,
Try to look at yourself,
Trust yourself brother.
Have confidence on your deeds,
And look down brother.

Oh! Brother,
I call you brother not because to the same family, nation we belong.
Nor race as well as the same continent.
But i refer to the all people who are living this sphere.
Well bro us live togather.

Yes! Brother…
I hope you understand me well,
And i hope you will repent before the sunset...
 
Abdulkadir Abdulrahim

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  83.     

My Brother’s A Charver

My brother’s a charver,
he has all the known traits.
He summarizes everything
that everybody hates.

My brother’s a charver,
he’s into all the brands.
He’s lazy, fat and useless,
forever making demands.

My brother’s a charver,
he wears the Rockport shoes.
It definitely isn’t arguable,
just look for all the clues.

My brother’s a charver,
he has a Berghaus coat.
The worst thing is he thinks he’s hard,
and loves to try and gloat.

My brother’s a charver,
Henri Lloyd, Fred Perry and bling.
Standing on street corners,
dissing everything.

My brother’s a charver,
drinks and smokes and swears.
Has to be a label
in everything he wears.

My brother’s a charver,
he has the golden chain.
The one thing he doesn’t own
is a normal, human brain.

My brother’s a charver,
he has the usual ASBO.
Earned from mugging OAP’s,
and vandalising the Metro.

My brother’s a charver,
a Daddy by sixteen.
Only remembered the condom,
when the baby’s head was seen.

My brother’s a charver,
has a gang of mindless friends.
Doesn’t have emotions,
he only ever pretends.

My brother’s a charver,
doesn’t know how to speak.
A fully English sentence,
takes him nearly a week.

My brother’s a charver,
he loves senseless songs.
There is nowhere in society
where my brother belongs.
 
Dan Brown

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  84.     

The Palatine

In the 'Dark Ages'

'Have you been with the King to Rome,
Brother, big brother?'
'I've been there and I've come home.
Back to your play, little brother.'

'Oh, how high is Caesar's house,
Brother, big brother?'
'Goats about the doorways browse;
Night-hawks nest in the burnt roof-tree.
Home of the wild bird and home of the bee,
A thousand chambers of marble lie
Wide to the sun and the wind and the sky.
Poppies we find amongst our wheat
Grow on Caesar's banquet seat.
Cattle crop and neat-herds drowse
On the floors of Caesar's house.'

'But what has become of Caesar's gold,
Brother, big brother?'
'The times are bad and the world is old
Who knows the where of the Caesar's gold?
Night comes black o'er the Caesar's hill;
The wells are deep and the tales are ill;
Fireflies gleam in the damp and mold-
All that is left of the Caesar's gold.
Back to your play, little brother.'

'What has become of the Caesar's men,
Brother, big brother?'
'Dogs in the kennel and wolf in the den
Howl for the fate of the Caesar's men,
Slain in Asia, slain in Gaul,
By Dacian border and Persian wall.
Rhineland orchard and Danube fen
Fatten their roots on Caesar's men.'

'Why is the world so sad and wide,
Brother, big brother?'
'Saxon boys by their fields that bide
Need not know if the world is wide.
Climb no mountain but Shere-end Hill,
Cross no water but goes to mill.
Ox in the stable and cow in the byre,
Smell of the wood-smoke and sleep by the fire;
Sun-up in seed-time a likely lad
Hurts not his head that the world is sad.
Back to your play, little brother.'
 
Willa Sibert Cather

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